"Also, you... you are not actually the biological son of the late emperor. Your father's surname is Duan. This is the reason why you cannot be emperor. Now you have placed him in Yangzhou, bought him a big house and some servants, and let him
Stay away from disputes and spend your old age peacefully. Although you have never called him daddy, I know that you always have him in mind.
Who else knows these things besides you and me? That day I said I would go see your father, but you told me not to go. I know you were afraid that I would feel uncomfortable...
Before you were sent by Third Brother to guard the border, you left me a letter of divorce. I can even recite the contents of the letter of divorce. Listen!' The Sixth Princess has a perverse personality, does not abide by etiquette and laws, and refuses to change despite repeated admonitions. There is really no princess like this.
The most important thing is that I have been married to the palace for six years and have not been able to give birth to a son and a half daughters for this king. I cannot be ashamed of my ancestors, nor can I ignore the legislation. I write a letter of divorce today. From today on,
Dou Yacai is no longer the Sixth Prince and Princess, but I still allow her to live in Jingyang Palace..."
As he talked, Dou Yacai's tears flowed out, not tears of grievance, but tears of sentimentality. Everything the two had experienced was vividly remembered. At that time, they lived in Jingyang Palace.
There were many, many people who didn't like her and wanted to embarrass her, but every time, the uncle shielded her from the wind and rain like a hero.
But this time, why didn't he believe that she was Dou Yacai?
Is everything in Jingyang Palace still the same as before?
Without her and her uncle, would the peach blossoms in the palace still bloom as much and as beautifully as before? Was the ninth princess’s third fruit removed by Jin Xiaolan herself?
"And... Wuwuwu... there is a mole on your left buttock, you said... Wuwuwu... You said it was me, but I said it wasn't. The mole on your chest is me.
What's on your butt... is because you didn't wipe your butt clean when you went to the latrine when you were a child... Wuwuwu...
Also... many things happened to me when I disguised myself as a man and took the Enke exam. I remember them all. Nalan Jin was the top scholar that year. Later, because you were not the emperor, all the Confucian scholars in the world were suppressed. Nalan Jin is now picking chrysanthemums.
Under the east fence, I leisurely saw Nanshan..."
Dou Yacai was crying and counting some things that only the two of them knew. She hoped that Uncle Liu Hao would be as receptive as Liu Hao and would quickly believe that she was the real Dou Yacai!
Liu Hao just listened quietly without expressing his opinion, but the expression on his face gradually softened, and even a charming smile appeared, as if he had entered into a relationship with Dou Yacai along with Dou Yacai's narration.
In memory.
Dou Yacai secretly breathed a sigh of relief and shed tears. Finally... it was not a waste of saliva. It seemed that the uncle had accepted the fact that she was the former Ganbian Dou Yacai. It was just that he had difficulty digesting it for a while.
Dou Yacai understands this, and has no intention of blaming him.
"Uncle, didn't you say that no matter what my appearance becomes, you can accept it. Listen, listen to what you just said not long ago. I'm just afraid that you can't accept the fact that I have changed.
That’s why I asked you those questions so that you can be mentally prepared. Listen to it..."
Dou Yacai wiped her tears again, took out her mobile phone, and played back a previously recorded conversation between the two -