"Oh?" Xia Houhong raised his eyebrows lightly, "I wonder how you got to know my nephew?"
This question is really difficult for Yun Jingchu to answer.
"Sorry, this is a long story. If...Xuanyuan Qi and the Xiahou family recognize each other in the future, Mr. Xiahou can ask him." Yun Jingchu said apologetically.
After all, this involves the privacy of her and Dao, and she cannot tell the truth casually. Of course, if Dao is willing to tell this to her grandfather and uncles, she will not stop it.
Xia Hohong's eyes flashed, then he smiled faintly, nodded and said: "Then I won't embarrass you." After saying that, Xia Hohong lowered his head to drink tea and stopped talking.
Yun Jingchu let out a long breath.
After all, chatting with people who are too smart is very tiring.
The room fell into silence again.
At this moment, a voice that sounded both sad and happy came from the room next to her: "Qi'er, it's really you!"
Hearing the sound, the expression of Mr. Xia Hou's family changed. Xia Houan rushed to the door first and shouted inside: "Father, are you sure that that is my sister's child?"
Everyone else pricked up their ears and waited for Mr. Xiahou's answer.
There was no answer in the room, but there was a sound. The next moment, the door on the side was pushed open, and old Mr. Xiahou came out holding the knife in his hand. Tears were streaming down his face, and the expression on his face was a mixture of excitement, joy, and sadness.
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"You three, come and see your nephew. The father has been confirmed. He is Lan'er's child. He is finally back." Mr. Xiahou waved to his three sons, his voice trembling and a little incoherent.
Xia Houan was stunned for a moment, looking at the knife in surprise.
Xia Houhong and Xia Houjing jumped up one after another and rushed to Mr. Xiahou and the knife, looking at them and smiling...
"It would be nice to come back. It would be nice to come back. Father, mother and we finally have a wish." Xia Houjing rubbed his hands in excitement.
"Qi'er, don't blame us for being suspicious just now. We were also afraid that others would impersonate you." Xia Houhong said with a smile.
"Don't worry, uncle, I won't care. After all, we haven't seen each other for more than 20 years. When I left here, I was still a child who couldn't remember anything." Dao said calmly.
"Good boy, good boy, you have been wronged..." Mr. Xiahou clapped his knife hand, saying with a look of relief and guilt.
However, in the midst of this joy, a discordant voice came: "But, my sister and the current emperor are both outstanding-looking people. Why, as their child, does my nephew look so... ordinary?"
The person who said this was Xia Houan, who had always been a bit unable to react. As Xia Houan said this, he looked at the knife up and down with a little disgust. It seemed that he didn't think the knife looked ordinary, but ugly.
As soon as Xiahou An said this, he immediately attracted the glares of Mr. Xiahou and his two brothers.
"That's right." Xia Houan shrank his neck in fear, and then murmured in a low voice.
"I told you to learn more every day and stop being so idle all the time, but you just didn't listen. Fortunately, you still travel a lot. Can't you see that my nephew's face is changed?" Xia Houhong looked filled with hatred.
Gangdi looked at his younger brother.
"Ah..." Xiahou'an opened his mouth in surprise and looked at the knife in a daze.