When the hostages were escorted to Luo's mother, the rude thugs removed the black cloth on her head.

Sure enough, it was Zheng Huiyi.

At this moment, Zheng Huiyi was in tears and extremely excited. Her eyes were full of desire, as if she was going to rush towards Gu Qinlan regardless of everything in the next moment.

However, her body was restrained, her hands and feet were tightly bound, and even a piece of cloth was stuffed into her mouth, making it impossible for her to move freely. She had been pushed into the bathtub by the strict nanny to wash, but she was unexpectedly fished out and restrained again in this way. She thought she would be sent to a man's bed, but when she opened her eyes again, she saw Gu Qinlan.

In fact, she had already heard Gu Qinlan's voice when she was in the carriage, but she was so weak that she could only lie in the carriage and wait anxiously.

Gu Qinlan was also anxious, but she behaved unusually calmly. She looked at Zheng Huiyi calmly and saw that although she looked disheveled, she showed no signs of being humiliated. This finally put her at ease as the huge rock that had been hanging in her heart for days fell to the ground.

Seeing how calm she was, Mother Luo became more certain of what she had guessed.

She narrowed her eyes slightly again: "Okay, you have met the person, now it's time to show your sincerity."

Gu Qinlan glanced at the thugs: "Do you really trust them completely?"

Mother Luo narrowed her eyes slightly and asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

Gu Qinlan gently waved the folding fan in her hand: "I suggest that we talk alone. How is the environment in the pavilion?"

Mother Luo smiled confidently: "Why not? Let's go."

The two walked into the pavilion one after the other. Mother Luo couldn't wait to ask, "Can you tell me now, where is my son?"

Gu Qinlan took out a neatly folded letter from her sleeve and handed it to Mother Luo.

Mother Luo took the letter with doubt and carefully read the contents of the letter with the help of the soft light of the lantern lit in the pavilion.

Just one glance and tears welled up in Luo's mother's eyes.

It was a portrait of a child.

It’s a portrait of Luo’s mother’s son!

The child in the painting is about ten years old, and his eyes and brows are somewhat similar to those of Luo's mother. The key that allowed Luo's mother to immediately confirm that this was her son was the small birthmark in the shape of a hitching post in front of the child's left ear.

Mother Luo held the portrait tightly, her eyesight blurred by tears. She wanted to examine it carefully, but was afraid that her tears would damage the portrait. Gu Qinlan witnessed this scene and could not help but feel a lot of emotions in her heart.

Mother Luo was definitely not a good person. She aided the tyrant and helped the Third Prince to frame countless innocent women. She also provided him with countless valuable information.

However, everything Mother Luo did was to find her lost son.

Although she is not a good person, she is a great mother.

Mother Luo tried her best to suppress the flow of tears, and carefully put away her son's portrait. Then she glared at Gu Qinlan with eyes as sharp as swords: "How can a mere portrait satisfy me? What I want to know is where he is now!"

Gu Qinlan stared into her eyes and said firmly, "He is now in the hands of your master."

Mother Luo was stunned for a moment, and then her face changed suddenly, like the changing weather.

Gu Qinlan looked at the changing expression on Luo's mother's face and thought to herself: Can this be considered retribution?

Mother Luo helped the Third Prince commit many evil deeds, hurting countless innocent women. And the flesh and blood she tried so hard to find was tortured by the Third Prince.

The Third Prince was ambitious and eager to usurp the throne, so he secretly cultivated many forces. One of them was to cultivate his own assassins.

These talents must be trained from an early age to ensure their absolute loyalty. Therefore, the Third Prince sent people to collect orphans from all over the country and sent them to a mysterious place called "Dark Valley" to be brutally trained by a special person.

The children who grow up there are all cold-blooded, highly skilled killers. To cultivate to this level, they must go through endless hardships from childhood, erase all traces of humanity, and turn into emotionless killing machines.

In her previous life, Gu Qinlan had witnessed the true appearance of Luo Mama's son, the assassin named "Twelve Knives", so she knew his appearance very well.

"Those children were named according to the order in which they entered Dark Valley. He was ranked twelfth."

Mother Luo's face was as pale as paper and her lips were trembling.

12th place!

As far as she knew, there were more than four hundred children in the Dark Valley, and she had dealt with dozens of them alone.

So, her child was immediately sent to that horrible place after being abducted.

Gu Qinlan's words were like a sharp knife, piercing her heart again: "Your master knew his identity from the beginning."

The Third Prince never thought of letting the mother and son meet. She and her son were both sharp swords in his hands. Once they recognized each other, he would lose two loyal minions.

It is even possible that the murderer who kidnapped the child back then had some connection with the third prince.

Mother Luo knew this very well, and her heart became increasingly unable to bear it. Her legs went limp, and she fell powerlessly to the ground, tears streaming down her face, as if her broken heart was bleeding.

At the beginning, the Third Prince came to her in person and promised her solemnly that he would help her find her lost son. It was because of this promise that she reluctantly agreed to assist the Third Prince in his unscrupulous activities.

However, who could have expected it!

Her child was actually being tortured by the Third Prince!

The Third Prince had played this move brilliantly! How could he be so cold-blooded? After all, they had the same blood flowing in their veins!

Not bad.

Mother Luo’s son is the third prince’s half-brother!

They were both the blood of the emperor, but her son was not only not recognized, but also suffered such abuse! And the third prince stepped on the shoulders of mother and son, unscrupulously calculating and using them!

"what!"

Luo's mother screamed heartbreakingly, beating her chest hard and crying out in tears: "My child! It's all my fault! God, if you want to punish me, let me bear it. He is innocent, please let him go..."

Gu Qinlan saw her in such pain, but felt no sympathy at all.

If Mother Luo is pitiful, then what about those innocent women who were persecuted by her?

Everything that Mother Luo has suffered is just what she deserves.

Gu Qinlan waited until Luo's mother's crying gradually subsided before she spoke: "I have expressed my attitude with full sincerity. Now, I should be able to take the person I want to save away."

Mother Luo was still deeply immersed in her own grief and turned a deaf ear to her words.

Gu Qinlan then turned around and left the pavilion, and said directly to the thug who was guarding Zheng Huiyi: "Release her."

The thug seemed a little hesitant. He didn't dare to release the person without the personal order from Luo's mother.

Gu Qinlan stepped forward and gently tapped the thug's wrist with a fan. The thug instantly felt his palm go numb and involuntarily let go of his hand.

Zheng Huiyi's body fell forward weakly, and Gu Qinlan quickly reached out and caught her steadily.

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