After nightfall, Zhan Liyue came alone outside the tent where the mute slave was imprisoned.
"Your Majesty..." The guarding soldiers came forward.
Zhan Liyue shook his head, and the soldier immediately shut up.
"How are the people inside?" Zhan Liyue asked softly.
"It's time... to sleep." The soldier responded in a low voice.
"Dinner was delivered, did he use it?" Zhan Liyue's voice continued.
"No." The soldier shook his head, "But Mr. Yu personally sent the medicine here. It's time to use it."
Zhan Liyue waved her hand and continued to move forward.
The soldier immediately followed and stopped in front of the tent curtain.
"Tonight, the matter of my coming here is not allowed to be mentioned casually in front of anyone." Zhan Liyue glanced at the soldier and said.
The soldier nodded and opened the curtain.
Zhan Liyue glanced inside, stepped forward, and walked in.
It was quiet all around, and it was quiet inside the tent.
In the tent, a man's hands and feet were tied, leaning on a large wooden stake and closing his eyes.
His breath was very calm, as if he was sleeping soundly.
Even though there was only a little candlelight in the tent, Zhan Liyue could still see the birthmark on his neck at first glance.
Is he really her Wuyou?
Zhan Liyue took a deep breath, walked over, and squatted down next to the mute slave.
She stretched out her hand, gently raised the mute slave's face, and looked at it carefully for a while.
Her long fingers went down and landed on the birthmark on his neck, and even her fingertips trembled a bit.
In order to verify whether this piece of skin was real, Zhan Liyue's long fingers kept walking back and forth on the mute slave's neck.
The skin here was delicate and smooth, and the pulse was clear and detectable. Everything told her that what she saw was the truth.
"Worry-free." Zhan Liyue touched the face, his eyes twinkling a bit.
After a while, Zhan Liyue stood up, raised his head, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said calmly: "Here comes someone."
"Yes." Upon hearing this, the soldiers guarding outside the curtain immediately opened the curtain and walked in.
"Queen, what are your orders?"
"Untie him and let him lie on the bed." Zhan Liyue ordered in a low voice.
"But this..." The soldier was a little embarrassed, "Master Yu said that although this person has suffered internal injuries and has great martial arts skills, I'm afraid..."
"Untie!" Zhan Liyue's voice was a little deeper.
"Yes." The soldier immediately nodded, walked over to the mute slave, and squatted down.
The untied mute slave lay flat on the bed.
Zhan Liyue sat down next to him and waved her hand.
The soldier handed over his hands and turned to leave.
Zhan Liyue lowered her eyes and looked at the person in front of her, the gentle aura on her face was rarely visible.
Her carelessness is called worry-free. She should have grown up carefree, happy and happy.
Disfigured, mute, servant...
Yu Jingfeng's words were like thorns piercing Zhan Liyue's heart.
If she had not given up early, would she have been able to find him as soon as possible? Would his life have been better?
During the fire that year, Wuyou was only more than two months old, and she thought he was dead.
Who saved him? What has he experienced in these years?
Zhan Liyue held Mute Nu's hand. The more her heart ached, the stronger she held his hand.
Her youngest son, the one who looked most like him, had been apart for more than 20 years. How did he survive?
When Ye Luosha entered, Zhan Liyue was still looking at the mute slave in trance.
The soldier hurriedly followed in and whispered: "Queen, General Ye... is here."
Zhan Liyue ignored it and Ye Luosha waved his hand.
The soldier handed over his hands and turned to leave.
"What's going on with you?" Ye Luosha frowned and walked over.
Today, she couldn't understand the sister in front of her at all.
"He came to kill you, but you defended him again and again. What happened?" Ye Luosha came behind Zhan Liyue and asked in a deep voice.
"Leng Xing, take a look." Zhan Liyue gently pushed the mute slave's head inside.
The horn birthmark on the mute slave's neck was clearly visible to both of them.
"What is this?" Ye Luosha frowned.
"It's Wuyou. There is an identical birthmark on Wuyou's neck." Zhan Liyue stretched out her long finger again and gently slid over the birthmark.
"It can't be wrong. He is Wuyou. Take a closer look. Do he look a lot like his father?"
Ye Luosha examined the mute slave for a while and said in a deep voice: "Good-looking people all have similar looks. Is the Queen overthinking it?"
It's not that she didn't want to find Di Wuyou, but Wuyou was only more than two months old at the time, how could he have escaped that fire?
"It can't be wrong. You think it's very similar, right?" Zhan Liyue's voice sounded.
"And this birthmark, both in shape and location, is correct."
"Leng Xing, he is really Wuyou, my youngest son, Di Wuyou."
"Queen, I heard Yu Jingfeng say that this is Feng Jiu'er's person. Aren't you worried that everything is Feng Jiu'er's trick?" Ye Luosha's voice was very low.
"Feng Jiu'er is full of tricks. If she knows about the Di family and asks him to pretend to be Wuyou and come to seek revenge, then wouldn't you have fallen into her trap?"
As soon as Ye Luosha finished speaking, she and Zhan Liyue took a look outside.
"His Royal Highness, meet the Second Prince." The soldier's voice came in from outside.
In the blink of an eye, Di Wuya opened the curtain and walked in, followed by Di Feimu and Yu Jingfeng.
"Why did Jiu'er come here for revenge?" Di Wuya stared at Zhan Liyue and asked in a deep voice.
As soon as he entered the door, the temperature in the entire tent dropped rapidly.
If the two people in the tent hadn't been hiding something on their minds just now, they wouldn't have noticed anyone coming, and they were completely unaware of it.
At this moment, it seemed that everything was too late.
"Prince, what did you say?" Ye Luosha stood up.
"Why did Jiu'er come here for revenge?" Di Wuya still looked at Zhan Liyue coldly.
"I don't want to ask you a third time, tell me, what exactly is going on?"
"Mother, what the mute slave said is true? Did you push Jiu'er off the cliff?" Di Feimu looked at Zhan Liyue, his expression downcast.
If it was really his own fault, Di Feimu would not only be disappointed with them, but most importantly, he would not be able to forgive himself.
If he hadn't been drunk and had an accident, history would have been rewritten, right?
"Since you don't want to believe it, why do you ask more?" Zhan Liyue looked at his two children and sighed lightly.
"Yes or no?" Di Wuya sounded like a demonic voice from hell.
Everyone present knew that he was going to be angry.
Zhan Liyue met his gaze and finally nodded: "It's me. I do this all for the sake of the Emperor's Dynasty."
As soon as she finished speaking, Di Feimu turned around and disappeared into the tent in the blink of an eye.
"Mu'er." Ye Luosha stretched out his legs and chased after him, "Mu'er, where are you going? Mu'er."
