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While eating, Prince Han mentioned that the Fourth Prince was a little too proud.

Mu Qingqing couldn't help feeling helpless after hearing this, wondering if royal bloodlines were not all that reliable?
Prince Han seemed to see through Mu Qingqing's thoughts and smiled lightly, with a little helplessness. He had never expected that things would develop to this point. The once well-behaved Fourth Prince seemed to have become a different person, which made him feel mixed emotions.

Mu Qingqing turned her gaze to An An. Seeing his cheeks puffy from eating, Mu Qingqing's mood became complicated.

"Do you think there is such a thing as inheritance across generations in this world?" she asked softly.

After hearing this, King Han was a little amused but did not refute directly. He hesitated for a while and said uncertainly.

"Perhaps it's unlikely. The prince looks pretty good. Could it be possible to avoid the prince's bloodline and inherit his grandfather's genes instead?"

An An was gnawing on a pig's trotter as he watched the two men staring at him. He tilted his head in confusion, with grease stains on the corners of his mouth.

Unknowingly, two months had passed. One day, Mu Qingqing took An An out and strolled on the street with An An. Master and Qinghe silently guarded them like shadows.

Suddenly, a woman jumped out from the crowd. Her clothes were not gorgeous but clean and tidy. However, her expression was extremely crazy.

Mu Qingqing was caught off guard and staggered by the sudden impact.

The woman suddenly reached out and tightly grasped An An's arm. Her voice was trembling and expectant: "Yangyang, is that you? My Yangyang, are you finally back?"

Master Lu was quick to pull An An into his arms.

An An was trembling in Master Lu's arms, her clear eyes filled with fear and confusion.

The woman didn't seem to notice Master Lu's obstruction and still wanted to move forward, but Mu Qingqing was quick to grab her arm.

The woman was unexpectedly strong, but her eyes were fixed on An An's face.

When Mu Qingqing saw the woman's face clearly, she couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise. At this moment, two maids and two servants suddenly rushed out from the side.

The maid rushed to Mu Qingqing's side, grabbed her arm tightly, and pleaded anxiously: "Madam, please be merciful and let the Crown Princess go. She didn't mean to offend you."

Mu Qingqing was slightly stunned, with a hint of confusion in her eyes. Is this woman with abnormal behavior really the Crown Princess?
She couldn't help but look at the Crown Princess again.

The two maids were almost crying with anxiety. They had finally coaxed the Crown Princess to go out for some fresh air, but they didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, she ran away and almost caused a disaster.

Mu Qingqing took a deep breath and slowly released her hand that was holding the Crown Princess' arm.

Is this person in front of me really the former Crown Princess?
The last time they met was a few years ago. The Crown Princess was still in good health, stunningly beautiful, and extremely different from the gray-haired old woman in front of him.

Mu Qingqing looked at her with doubts in her eyes, and then turned her gaze to An An. Is this a mother-son bond?

Yangyang must be the little emperor's grandson's nickname. Mu Qingqing understood it instantly.

As the two maids gently supported the Crown Princess, Mu Qingqing held An An in her arms.

The Crown Princess' eyes were filled with tears, and she stretched out her trembling hands, "Yangyang, I finally found you, let mother hug you, okay?"

An An suddenly buried her head in Mu Qingqing's arms.

Madam didn't take it too seriously at first, but when her eyes fell on An An's tender face, she was suddenly stunned. "Madam, you..." There was a hint of hesitation in her words.

Mu Qingqing said calmly, "My name is Mu Qingqing."

"It turns out to be Princess Han." There was a slight tremor in the nanny's voice, her eyes lingering on An An's face. They look alike, so alike. This child really looks like the prince when he was a child.

"This servant has greeted Princess Han. I wonder whose child you are holding is from?"

Mu Qingqing's eyes flickered, and looking at the expectant eyes of several people, she sighed softly in her heart.

There was a hint of sadness in her voice, "The child's parents are gone, so we adopted An An!"

The Crown Princess suddenly went crazy and screamed, "No! He is Yangyang, he is my son!"

"Mammy, go and bring Yangyang here quickly. I want to see his arms!" she ordered, her voice trembling with excitement.

The nanny hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but step forward and asked cautiously: "Princess Han, can you let me take a look at the child's arm?"

Mu Qingqing nodded gently and gently lifted An An's sleeves, revealing his fair and delicate arms. However, there was nothing on them, not even a trace of a birthmark.

King Han used some means to hide the birthmark on An An's arm.

The nanny confirmed it again and again, then looked at An An's little face, and then shook her head in disappointment, "I'm sorry to bother Princess Han."

She slowly walked towards the Crown Princess, and faced the expectant gaze, she gently shook her head. The Crown Princess's face instantly turned as pale as snow, and then she burst into tears, her voice sad and desperate.

"Wow, my Yangyang, I want my Yangyang!" The Crown Princess' tears rolled down like beads that had broken off the string, "Why isn't he my child? My Yangyang is lost, please help me find him, please!"

She held the nanny's arm tightly, her out-of-focus eyes filled with endless anticipation. The nanny looked at her and felt a pang of pain in her heart.

Poor Crown Princess. She used to be so noble and proud, but now she has become so fragile and crazy because of successive blows.

The prince died and her son was lost. This series of blows caused her spirit to completely collapse. Her consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

"Crown Princess, let's go back first." Nanny comforted her softly, "I will help you find Yangyang right away."

The master and his servants staggered on their way home, and the Crown Princess kept repeating the word "Yangyang".

Qing He's eyes were slightly red, and she couldn't help but look at Mu Qingqing. Mu Qingqing quietly watched the team going farther and farther away, with a trace of deep worry in her eyes. She gently patted An An in her arms and whispered, "We should go back."

An An also looked back in the direction of departure. He felt an inexplicable intimacy, just like when he was with Grandma Qingqing. He frowned, his little face full of thought.

Mu Qingqing gently stroked his head, but couldn't help sighing in her heart: "Now is not the time..."

She didn't want to stop the two from meeting, but An An couldn't speak. If they knew that the little grandson was still alive, it might attract the murderous intent of the Second Prince and the Fourth Prince.

No, take it slow, first cure An An's throat, then plan for other things little by little. (End of this chapter)