"To be precise, there should be no Ying Jiulang in this world." Meeting Jun Ci's stunned and stunned gaze, Ying Wuchen added another sentence.
Looking at Ying Wuchen, Jun Ci's mind went blank for a moment. She had doubted Ying Wuchen, starting from Ziyi's "Lord".
But I never thought that he was not a descendant of the Ying family. At most, I suspected that the Ying family had a big conspiracy.
"You..." Jun Ci murmured, "You are not Ying Jiulang, who are you?"
His bright black eyes were like stars flashing in the endless night in the darkness, staring at her quietly, keeping her figure firmly in the clear pupils.
Ying Wuchen looked at her, looking at her with some deep and complicated emotions just like when she was slowly walking towards here from the end of the cell.
After an unknown period of time, Jun Ci thought that he would not tell her, and she also realized that her unconscious question just now was somewhat inappropriate, and that she was actually trying to pry into other people's secrets.
"I……"
"As smart as you are, you really don't know who I am?" Jun Ci was about to skip the topic, but Ying Wuchen asked instead without answering.
How can you not know?
Zhong Liyin was from a Southern Dynasty family and was accompanying Ying Wuchen. Ying Wuchen's food and daily life all revealed his preference for the Southern Dynasty, which proved that he was from the Southern Dynasty.
In recent years, the replacement of monarchs in the Southern Dynasty was no slower than that in the Northern Dynasty. It was also on the verge of collapse, and many famous families fell into the abyss in an instant.
But the only celebrities in the Southern Dynasties who could allow the Ying family to cover up were the Yan family in the Southern Dynasties. Since Yan returned to find Aweng, they have dealt with enemies, resisted rebels, and guarded the borders. They have never killed innocent people or those who sincerely surrendered.
Regardless of race or national boundaries.
This was the reason why she and her mother were able to be sent back to the Northern Dynasties safely.
She still remembered that she met Yan Guixun and heard that he was a family friend of Zhongli's family. Combining the two, Ying Wuchen's true identity was self-evident.
She just didn't dare to tell her what she had gone through to become such a strong-willed and flamboyant young man and a proud and energetic young man. There was no trace of fortitude in his actions, but a jade-like temperament, gentleness and elegance.
Even the steps are as strict as measurement.
"I..." Jun Ci, who was always quick-tongued, was at a loss to say that name, the name that was buried deep in her heart.
Although she did not admire Yan Guixun as she said, her admiration and respect were not false.
Just yesterday, she figured out that she had no feelings for Wuchen, and today she learned that he was more majestic and heroic than she thought.
Her feelings for him seemed to suddenly become heavier, and at the same time, they were also a little confusing, making her confused and confused.
Seeing Jun Ci's struggle and hesitation, Ying Wuchen had no intention of forcing him: "Ah Ci, you can still call me Jiulang."
Although Yan Guixun was his father's only son, he also had brothers in the next room. His father got married late and often led troops away from home. When he was born, he already had eight cousins in the next room, and he happened to be the ninth.
"Jiulang...jun." Jiulang was really too close. After all, Junci was from his daughter's family, so it was a bit awkward to face the person he loved.
The smile dimmed in Ying Wuchen's dark eyes, like stars twinkling in the sky.
At this moment, he clearly felt that he was not the only one in love, and they were really in love with each other.
Joy filled Ying Wuchen's heart, and he could feel it beating stronger than ever.