What Ye Dynasty handed to Ye Huang was a photo taken around December last year. The date marked on it happened to be the time when Ye Huang came back from Chongqing with his daughters last year. It was also that day that Miya brought her
My daughter passed through the Capital Airport and stopped temporarily.
"Grandpa, is this that day?"
After looking at the date, Ye Huang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and looked at Ye Dynasty in a daze.
The photo showed a middle-aged foreign woman. There was nothing special about her, and Emperor Ye had never seen her before.
But this time, Ye Huang remembered something.
"Yes, the day you came back from Chongqing was also the time when Miya and Nianqing landed at the Capital Airport. But these are not the point. What I want you to see is whether you recognize this person."
As he said that, Ye Chaoyang pointed to a man in black on the right side of the photo, but the latter was just a back figure, and his face was blurry and unclear.
"Just a silhouette?"
When Ye Chaoyang said this, Ye Huang noticed that what the old man wanted to see was not the person in the center of the picture, but the man on the side.
"Yes! According to our information, this person is an important member of the Dark Holy See. He traveled to China and has been active in the West. You have been in the West for some years. See if you recognize this person."
"People from the Dark Church?"
Upon hearing that he was from the Dark Holy See, Emperor Ye's expression became serious. He picked up the photo and looked at it carefully.
Above the photo is an elderly man wearing a black trench coat. His slightly tilted face is full of sinisterness, and his eyes have a touch of disdain and disdain, as well as a sense of arrogance.
"That's right! The latter happened to be passing through the Capital Airport that day, and she happened to be photographed by the bodyguards I placed around her. There was another woman with her."
"woman?"
"Hey, that's the one next to him, but it's more blurry. The bodyguard who took the photo at the time was afraid that the other person would find out, so he didn't dare to take the photo directly. He changed the angle to take the photo of another person, and just glanced at it."
As Ye Chaoyang spoke, he pointed with his finger at the woman next to the man, with only half of her clothes and half of her body exposed.
Here, when Ye Huang saw this half of the figure, his whole brain felt like it was hit with a heavy hammer, and suddenly his whole brain fell into a state of panic.
He couldn't believe that all of this was true, but Ye Huang had dreamed about this figure thousands of times, and it had already been imprinted in his mind.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Ye Huang's expression, Ye Chao knew that all of this came from this woman whom he had ignored.
"Grandpa, do you have a frontal photo of this woman, or even a side view?"
Ye Huang was breathing rapidly, as if he was afraid of missing something.
At this moment, Ye Huang felt a little uneasy and had mixed feelings. He was afraid that this was all a dream.
He has not forgotten the scene of Feng Ling's tragic death. The blurred flesh and blood, the messy clothes, everything is still lingering.
How can a dead person be resurrected?
Ye Huang was filled with too many questions, but the back figures in the photo in front of him were so similar.
Just like when I met Qingyin in Yucheng, are there really two figures in this world who are not twins but are so similar?
Ye Huang didn't know whether this was really the case.
"No, this is the only one. Why, do you know this woman?"
Seeing Ye Huang's true expression, Ye Chaoyang knew that everything happened to that woman.
"Grandpa, look at who's image on the back?"
Pushing the photo next to his grandfather, Ye Huang asked slightly excitedly.
"Like who?"
"It's one of your grandsons-in-law." Taking a deep breath, Ye Huang said with his eyes closed, calming down his somewhat excited mood.
"You said she looks like a certain girl?"
Ye Chaoyang also reacted at this moment, picked up the photo, put on his reading glasses and looked at it carefully.
"Why do you feel a bit like this girl Qingyin?"
After a long time, Ye Chaoyang finally had enough similarities to speak.
"Grandpa, Qingyin and the others are really twin sisters, not triplets?"
"This is what your Grandpa Nangong admitted personally. If you don't believe it, call now and ask."
"Okay!" It can be said that Ye Huang has already been disturbed by this photo. If he doesn't get to the bottom of it, he may not even want to sleep tonight.
With that said, Ye Huang picked up the phone, walked to the window and dialed Nangong Wudi's number.
After the phone rang a few times, it was connected.
"You brat, you are so unethical. You made a phone call in the middle of the night. If you have something to say, you should say it quickly, and if you want to fart!"
As soon as the call was connected, Nangong Wudi on the opposite side was scolded.
It was midnight, and the old man had already gone to bed. This phone call from Ye Huang was indeed a bit disturbing to his dreams.
After being scolded by the old man, Ye Huang did not dare to say a word. After the other party finished speaking, he smiled and said.
"Grandpa Nangong, there is something I want to confirm with you. This matter is very important."
"Why would you come to me if you don't have something important to do? Tell me, what is it?"
With a cold snort, Nangong Wudi said without a good temper.
"That's right, I want to confirm again, are Qingyin and Fengling twins or triplets?"
"What do you mean by that?"
When Nangong Wudi heard what Ye Huang said, he felt a little strange. Isn't this kid wrong in some way? He shouldn't be able to ask such questions?
"It's like this. Grandpa took a photo, and there is a figure in the back who looks very similar to Qingyin, so I want to verify it."
Ye Huang didn't hide anything, he went straight to the point.
"It looks very similar to Qingyin's back?"
"yes!"
"What are you suspecting?"
"I don't know, I just think it's too similar."
With a wry smile, Ye Huang just relied on instinct to figure this out. He had expectations in his heart, but he also knew that he had personally experienced Feng Ling's death. How could a person survive?
Even Ye Huang couldn't believe that all of this was true.
"Were you at the scene of Feng Chime's death?"
"yes!"
"In this case, why are you asking for proof? I only have two granddaughters. Just remember. Just because they look like them doesn't mean they are! Feng Chime is dead. Just treat Qingyin well and don't think too much about the rest."
Nangong Wudi scolded.
"Yes, I understand, please rest..."
When the old man said this, Ye Huang was not angry, nodded in agreement, and then hung up the phone.
"Maybe I saw it wrong."
Looking back, Ye Huang faced his grandfather with a wry smile. You can imagine the disappointment in his heart.
"Are you suspecting that this woman might be that girl from Feng Chime?"
"Well, at first glance, they are really similar. The backs are almost exactly the same. Unfortunately, they are not after all."
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Ye Huang suddenly lost his strength and his whole body became much depressed.
