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Chapter 18 The Psychological Butterfly Effect

Chapter 18 The Psychological Butterfly Effect

"No, uncle, what are you talking about?" Sang Yan was even more confused.

"Just tell me whether this jade pendant is yours."

"The jade pendant is indeed mine, but what happened to this child?" Sang Yan was anxious and didn't understand the situation at all.

"I am too lazy to talk to you, Lord Song, please tell him." Prince Changyang waved his hand, as a prince of a country, he was so irresponsible.

If this was his son, he would have been whipped long ago. Why are you allowed to talk here?

Master Song stepped forward: "Third Prince, the thing is like this -"

From the time he met Fourth Po and Ye Qianning, to the time when he was now in the palace, Mr. Song told him the origin of the jade pendant in detail.

The more Sang Yan listened, the more confused his eyes became. He had indeed been to Nanyuan back then, but something happened and he lost the jade pendant. Later, he asked someone to look for it, but there was no result.

But - on their way back to the capital, he asked about the whereabouts of the Zhan Chi Jade Pendant, but at that time they were all seriously injured, and their behavior and speech were a bit abnormal. After that, he stopped questioning, thinking that the jade pendant was completely lost.

.

Now that I think about it, the abnormality at that time was indeed strange.

If what happened about this child is true, then the father of this girl is very likely to be one of the four of them.

Ye Qianning was also a little confused. It seemed that he really didn't know about the jade pendant and the child, and he couldn't show it with his subtle expressions.

At this time, she was convinced that the dead ghost father was not him.

The person in the attic on the street last time was dressed in fine clothes and had a strong murderous aura, so it was probably him.

"Have you remembered?" Prince Changyang snorted coldly.

"Uncle Emperor, don't be anxious. Let me digest this for a while." Sang Yan lowered his head and looked at Ye Qianning. He had to say that the doll in front of him looked really good-looking.

The eyebrows and eyebrows seem a bit like Zhan Chi, but why does the nose look like Gu Shuo? It even looks like Qian Fanji and Xiang Minghou...

He was trembling all over, and quickly looked away. It was over, his eyes were dazzled. Why, the more he looked at him, the more he felt that this doll looked like anyone else.

"Sang Yan, you have to be upright and upright. It's not scary to make mistakes. What's scary is not wanting to take responsibility. This child has endured a lot of hardships all the way from Nanyuan. If he is really the heir of the royal family, he can no longer live outside.

." Prince Changyang spoke in a deep and profound manner and began to explain.

Because the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Ye Qianning and the Third Prince looked alike...

Once a person has determined something in his heart, no matter what he does, he will follow the expectation in his heart. This should be the psychological butterfly effect...

"This matter is a bit strange. Your uncle will allow me two days. My nephew will definitely give you an answer in two days." Sang Yan felt that there were many people at stake and could not speak rashly.

Seeing his delay, the Prince of Changyang became a little unhappy and said angrily: "Why should you give me an answer? It's not me who is looking for my father."

"..."

Ye Qianning's mouth twitched. She didn't expect that the prince's words were really fiery.

However, despite his fiery temperament, his character is definitely of the highest quality.

"Your Majesty." The princess quietly nudged him with her elbow, not knowing how to restrain her temper.

"Huh." Prince Changyang snorted.

Sang Yan was a little embarrassed, turned to look at Ye Qianning, walked up to her, bent down and squatted on the ground to look at her level, with a gentle expression on his face.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Ye Qianning." Ye Qianning answered obediently.

"So good." Sang Yan couldn't help but stroke her little head.

She was so chubby that people thought she was a glutinous rice dumpling. She secretly thought to herself that this girl looked like a blessing.

(End of chapter)


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