"Your Highness, my methods are neat and will not cause you much pain."
In the blink of an eye, Feng Jiuqing was in front of Chu Weiyun.
There was a smile on the corner of his beautiful lips, and his eyebrows were curved, which was indescribably beautiful.
Chu Weiyun raised her eyes and accidentally met his unfathomable dark eyes.
For a moment, my heart and soul seemed to be frightened, and I could no longer look away.
"So beautiful..." she murmured.
"Really?" Feng Jiuqing raised her lips and smiled.
That smile can easily mess up people's hearts and souls.
Chu Weiyun didn't know what she had experienced. When she recovered from the stinging pain, she found that she had followed him to the altar without knowing it, and even stretched out her fingers on her own initiative.
Her fingertips tingled a little, and bright red blood drops dripped from her fingers and fell into the liquid in the cup.
"You..." Chu Weiyun suddenly woke up.
Looking down, my heart suddenly tightened.
"You...you..."
"Your Highness, please take a moment to rest." Han Shanggong couldn't help but lead her away from the altar.
Nan Qing came over slowly and ignored Chu Weiyun.
She looked at Feng Jiuqing: "Is it okay to switch generations...?"
"It's possible, but as I said, it's not completely accurate." Feng Jiuqing raised her eyebrows.
This frivolous attitude seemed as if the important matter in front of him had nothing to do with him.
Nan Qing pursed her lips and stretched out her finger.
The edge of Feng Jiuqing's short knife cut across her fingertips.
The cup contains medicinal juice, not water. It is medicine developed by Feng Jiuqing himself.
A long, long time ago, someone had told him that it was foolish and not allowed to recognize relatives by shedding blood.
But with this concoction, the accuracy can be slightly improved.
Not sure, but it can be ruled out.
If two drops of blood fuse, they may not be related, but if they do not fuse, it is basically certain that they are not related by blood.
Elimination method.
Nanqing's bright red blood fell into the cup.
Feng Jiuqing picked up the hosta on the side and stirred the two drops of blood in the cup.
Han Shanggong's heart tightened, and he subconsciously let go of Chu Weiyun and walked over.
The three of them stood in front of the altar, staring closely at the scarlet mass in the concoction in the cup.
When the liquid in the cup came to rest again, the two drops of blood completely fused together!
Nan Qing's eyes lit up and he breathed a sigh of relief.
It's her!
It really is!
She is really his granddaughter! Nan Xing’s daughter!
She turned back and stared at Chu Weiyun closely.
Chu Weiyun seemed to have guessed something, her nose felt sore, and big tears fell down.
Han Shanggong suddenly felt guilty and wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside.
The young man next to Feng Jiuqing was anxiously trying to stop him: "Princess... eldest princess, Your Majesty and the Imperial Preceptor are... discussing matters. Eldest Princess, please wait a moment. I will go and pass the message right now. Eldest Princess..."
But it was obvious that Xiaonianzi could not stop Nanyang at all.
In an instant, Nanyang had already entered the lobby and walked towards them quickly.
"The eldest princess." Han Shanggong came up to greet her, frowning: "I wonder why the eldest princess is here?"
Nanyang ignored her and strode up to Nan Qing and Feng Jiuqing.
After glancing at Chu Weiyun, whose face was stained with tears, Nanyang's eyes returned to the two of them.
She laughed loudly and said: "I heard that His Majesty invited His Highness to pay homage to his ancestors. As the direct princess of the royal family, Nanyang naturally wanted to come and contribute."
With her sharp eyes, she immediately spotted the cup on the altar.
Suddenly his eyes lit up and he strode over: "Your Majesty, how about your ministers also come to help?"
