"There is no need to say anything else. This princess has decided to let Uncle Li, the woodcutter in the backyard, return to his hometown with you. Uncle Li is old and helpless. Although this princess will give him money for the rest of his life, he still needs a
Where is my son!" Ting Qingyu smiled and shouted outside, "Uncle Li, come in!"
A gray shadow flashed in. Sure enough, it was an honest-looking man about fifty years old who walked in. After bowing to Ting Qingyu, he looked lovingly at Xia Ling, who was dressed in luxurious clothes.
The male concubines in Changbi Hall are all wearing extremely luxurious robes, which make their temperament even more superior.
"Uncle Li, this will be your son Zi Ling from now on. Zi Ling, go home with your father!" Ting Qingyu looked at the stunned Xia Ling. This was the identity she gave him to be reborn.
Daddy?[
Xia Ling was an orphan when she was born, but was adopted, but she never received the love of her adoptive parents. On the day she was fifteen years old, she was sold to a mysterious man by her family, so the mysterious man mysteriously sent Xia Ling to the palace.
The real Xia Ling has been replaced a long time ago, right?
Seeing Uncle Li looking at him with loving eyes, his heart was extremely complicated, and suddenly his feeling of reluctance became even stronger.
"Child, come home with daddy!"
Uncle Li stretched out his rough hands to him, with a smile on his wrinkled face. The princess asked him to return to his hometown for retirement, which was considered a day of relief for him. Since Uncle Li was sold into slavery, he has been working hard all his life, and now he is really
After all the hardships, he finally got a son. It was really a gift from God to him.
No, no, it should be said that it was a gift from the princess to him.
"Princess, Xia Ling don't... don't leave Changbi Palace, don't leave the princess!" Xia Ling shook his head wildly. Although the old man was amiable, he suddenly didn't want to leave!
"Come here, send Uncle Li and Zi Ling back to their hometown!" Ting Qingyu turned away from Xia Ling's tear-filled eyes and shouted coldly.
Two black figures suddenly flashed out from the Merlin on one side. They were the first-class guards of Changbi Palace. They walked respectfully in front of Uncle Li and Xia Ling and made a gesture of invitation.