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Chapter 709: This dusty memory
She even thought several times that Uncle Ying was just a housekeeper, but she was protected by Brother Qi. As a result, the old man was more arrogant than her every time.
She has never seen a housekeeper so arrogant.
"Hey~~~"
I ate the dark stuff one bite at a time. Maybe I was used to the taste. After eating too much, it didn't feel as bad as the first time.
He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the obviously bulging belly, and raised the corners of his mouth gently, "Baby, are you tired of the food made by Grandpa Ying? You have to forgive my mother, she doesn't like the old man around.
I kept chanting it in my ears for three or four days, so I can only wrong you."
She patted her belly, her mischievous eyes showing the tenderness of a future mother.
Facing his belly, he muttered to himself for a long time, then the corners of his mouth turned down with a hint of sadness.
"Your father...are you doing well now?"
Her eyes looked out the window with a hint of depth, and there was a faint memory between her eyebrows.
It no longer matters whether the decision she made six months ago was right or wrong. At least, what she can be sure of is that he is still good, and he is still the eighth prince that the people say can benefit them.
Just this is enough.
"Yunxuan, I'm sorry..."
The Eighth Prince's Mansion——
In the past six months, Qianye Yunxuan has used many methods to recall the woman who was with him life and death, but no matter how hard he tried, it was always in vain.
Everyone around him said the same thing, as if they had made an appointment, and no one mentioned that blank memory in front of him.
It's like the memory is blank and does not exist.
This dusty memory, who is that person dusty in memory?
He stood quietly with his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowed, still trying to think of something, even a little reminder, but unfortunately, there was not even a little bit.
In this courtyard that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him, the flower of the other side was already blooming. It was so enchanting and beautiful that just one glance was enough to capture one's heart.
And every time, when his sight touched the sea of fiery red flowers in front of him, his heart ached so much that he could not speak.
In front of me, there is a blurry shadow, standing in the middle of the flowers on the other side, smiling sadly.
He couldn't imagine her face, but in his vague memory, there was such a girl, holding the Biangan flower in her hands, smiling very sadly.
If I have you by my side, I won’t envy mandarin ducks or immortals...
The fingertips resting on the Biangan flower trembled violently, and my heart tightened by half a minute.
Why are there so many familiar memories, but I can’t remember who that person is?
Seventh Prince's Mansion——
"ah!!!"
A sharp scream came from Mu Yifei's room, and in the Eighth Prince's Mansion, all the pots and pans were thrown to the floor.
The maids and servants, it can be said that everyone in the palace was extremely busy and bumped into each other from time to time.
Although the prince never mentioned the identity of Miss Mu, nor did he know whose flesh and blood the fetus in Miss Mu's belly was, the servants also understood that the identity of Miss Mu and the identity of the child must not be simple.
None of them dared to neglect Miss Mu. If they made any mistake, they might get burned.
Qianye Yunchao stood outside the house, with a hint of unnoticeable nervousness in his usually calm eyes, but under the white cuffs, his fists were slightly clenched.