The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

The young servant accepted the order and quickly disappeared into the flower carriage.

But in no time, someone else filled in.

Su Qiruo and Su Ziqing noticed that the missing maid was walking towards them, and Su Ziqing became even more certain that the Yuan Clan's holy son was the person they had saved back then.

"Distinguished guests, our Holy Son invites you."

Su Ziqing looked at the maid and asked, "Does your Holy Son know us?"

She also wanted to confirm whether the young saint still remembered what happened back then, so that she could determine how to negotiate the exchange for the Fiery Flower.

The maidservant respectfully said, "The Holy Son said that he and these distinguished guests are old friends, and he will come to visit them after the procession."

Su Ziqing and Su Qiruo exchanged a glance—it's settled.

Since the Yuan Clan Saint recognized them, everything was negotiable.

"Please show me the way."

Su Ziqing walked behind the maid who was leading the way, and the group was led into the Yuan Clan Manor, which was a completely different world from the town outside.

Although the houses are all made of wood, the vast estate is decorated with exquisite elegance, comparable to a castle in full bloom.

"Please wait a moment, distinguished guests. The Holy Son will arrive in half an hour."

After settling everyone in and instructing someone to serve tea and refreshments, the maid withdrew.

Su Ziqing checked her surroundings to make sure no one was eavesdropping before lowering her voice to say to Su Qiruo, "All those poems we prepared were for nothing."

"It saves a lot of trouble, yet you seem quite disappointed."

Su Qiruo glanced at Su Ziqing; this girl was probably trying to show off again.

"Hehe... I just felt it was a waste to have such good poems!"

"Then you can give it to the Holy Son of the Yuan Clan. Anyway, we're here to ask for a favor."

Regardless of whether there was a past life-saving grace, if you want to exchange something for what the other person has, you have to offer something of equal value.

"If he likes it, just give it to him." The Yuan people have their own written language, and it's unclear why they would be interested in the poetry of the Han people.

"I wonder if their Yuan clan's holy son was born into the Yuan clan or was adopted from outside."

This is what everyone wants to know.

After all, that face must have some connection with Si Qianling.

Knowing that her dream had not offended Si Qianling, Su Ziqing is now much more open and honest with Si Qianling.

"Xiao Ling, do you think that could be your biological brother?"

Even if they aren't blood brothers, they must be cousins ​​or first cousins, because they look so alike.

Si Qianling shook his head; he no longer knew who he was.

If he is not the ninth prince of the Western Hu Kingdom, then who is he?

Are they abandoned children of the Yuan clan?
Si Qianling had read many books since childhood and had also read historical records that some families were very reluctant to have twins.

Therefore, only one of many twins can survive.

I wonder if he and the Holy Son of the Yuan Clan are...

Everyone wants to know the answer.

Yuan Heng didn't even wait for the inscription outside; he came directly to see Su Qiruo and the others as soon as he finished.

Pushing open the door, everyone faced each other. Yuan Heng gracefully clasped his hands in a fist salute to everyone and said excitedly, "Do you two sisters still remember Yuan Heng?"

Su Ziqing's eyes lit up, and she clenched her fist into her palm.

"Yes, Heng'er, Yuan Heng."

She finally remembered his name.

Yuan Heng grinned broadly, "I was young then and left without properly thanking you two sisters for saving my life. I never imagined I would see you two benefactors again in my lifetime. It is truly an honor." (End of Chapter)