When Qin Ya saw Bei Xin injured, he felt a little gloating about her misfortune and didn't want to care about her at all. This bitch should be taught a lesson, otherwise she wouldn't know what it means to be generous.
He smiled and said, "Grandma Xian, please don't worry. If you have any questions, we can talk about it."
Qixian's eyes were like walking on thin ice, immersed in a layer of cold light, "How do you want to explain it well?"
"Wouldn't it be better for everyone to sit down and talk calmly?"
"What a fart!" Qixian spoke forcefully.
Qin Ya chuckled, "To be honest with my mother-in-law, we are here just to bring you news about your son... If you want to know where your son is, that's not impossible, but this is the premise...
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"How can you make me believe you?"
Qin Ya took out a piece of brocade cloth from his arms. The brocade cloth was light yellow. The cloth didn't look new. It had been a few years old. However, Qixian recognized the piece of cloth at a glance. It was the piece of cloth that her son had grown in when he was in his infancy.
When the baby is born, he is responsible for wrapping the child in cloth.
The fabrics and fabric samples were old styles that no longer exist these days, and this piece of cloth was the softest piece of cloth she had ever bought in the store. She remembered it very clearly at the time. Even after so many years, even the fabric on the cloth was the softest.
She remembers all the patterns.
"Grandma Xian, do you know this?"
Qixian's eyes were full of anger, "Why do you have this?"
Qin Ya kept it secret, "You don't need to know this. No one else in Aofeng Continent knows that you have a son, and you have never told anyone else. Now... I have a son in my hand."
This piece of cloth, aren’t you ready to believe me?”
After all, Qixian was used to the world of intrigues and intrigues. She thought for a moment, and a thought stirred in her heart: "Back then, was it you who secretly took away my son?"
After finishing her words, she overturned everything about this matter. More than ten years ago, Qin Ya didn't have such a high status in the Yuanya Empire. At that time, he was just an ordinary person, and after all, she was a
With profound Yuanli, she has lived for many years. If Qin Ya came to take away her child, she would naturally notice something, and she would definitely not let Qin Ya succeed.
Thinking about it this way, it is obvious that what happened that year was not done by Qin Ya, so who was it? Who took away her child?
Silent?
There is a barrier between the Holy Heaven Realm and Aofeng. Only when the barrier is opened regularly can Wuyin come to Aofeng Continent. She just made a rough calculation and found that the barrier was not opened the year she lost her child.
, obviously, it is not silent either...
So who stole her child?
Qin Ya laughed and said, "Grandma Xian, you praise me too much. Let's not mention this matter for now. This time, we just want to ask Grandma Xian, do you still want your son?"
There was a cunning and cunning look in his eyes.
Qixian narrowed her eyes and looked around, "Follow me."
She let go of Bei Xin, glanced at Qin Ya, and walked out of the woods.
Bei Xin's face was gloomy, obviously very angry, but Qin Ya didn't care, he smiled and started walking at Qixian's pace.
Qixian didn't stop until he reached the foot of Lingwu Mountain and exited Lingwu Village.
It was dark now, and there was a bit of coldness at the foot of the mountain, but they couldn't feel it at all. However, in the deep silence of the night, Qixian, dressed in white robes and with snowy hair, stood out.