Chapter 552 The Emperor. The Emperor Him.
I saw Lady Yang stepping forward: "Young lady is right, the world is so big, it is really hard to find someone in the vast crowd who doesn't know what he looks like, but the master's daughter has a birthmark on her chest. I'll confirm it, and I'll confirm it."

Seeing Lady Yang walking towards me, Qiaoyu's protector stood in front of Murong Wan, her face turned cold in an instant, and the meekness just now, they were two completely opposite people: "It's another birthmark proof, Sister Liu It's because of the birthmark that someone falsely recognized it, and died of depression. You people, who gave birth to a daughter and couldn't recognize it, but used a birthmark to recognize it. You only recognize the birthmark but not the person, what kind of parents! Miss, let's go! "

Murong Wan took a last look at Huang Fengqing, and there seemed to be disappointment in her weak brows.

Inexplicably, Huangfeng Qingxin felt a twinge of pain.

Lady Officer Yang wanted to chase after her, but she waved her hand, "No need."

"Your Majesty, these two are too good to be disrespectful to your majesty. Waiting for the slave to confirm her identity, if she is not your majesty." "Whoever doesn't know is innocent. This time, I have lived here with a concealed identity. Besides, the maid beside her is also right."

"What's the difference between me and their parents who only recognize their parents based on their birthmarks?"

"But the sixth princess was carried away when she was still in her infancy. When she grows up, her appearance will naturally change. How can you recognize her, Your Majesty?"

"Flesh and blood, that kind of feeling is not comparable to a mere birthmark."

"But your majesty, that woman is so similar to the emperor, she is almost carved out of the same mold. Could it be that you, your majesty." "I will meet her again."

"His Majesty?"

Lady Yang looked at her puzzled.

Huangfeng looked at the direction where the woman was leaving, and stood with her hands behind her back. In two days, she appeared here twice, and the two times meant something. She is the empress of a country, not an ordinary person, and it is this meaning that she understands well. Have a point, intend to point.

The identity of this woman is not simple, and she also has a premonition that she and her will meet again.

There's just one thing, what she can't figure out is why, her topic is drawn to the birthmark, invisible, but what does she want to tell herself?
"Ma'am, can we go back to the palace?"

After returning from the ruined temple, Qiaoyu followed her mother all the way, and found that she was not going in the direction of the inn, but in the opposite direction.

Qiaoyu followed all the way, the more she got to the end, the more she felt that something was wrong, because the plaque standing in front of her was not the Chu Mansion, but whose mansion was it?
In the whole world, except for General Annan, who was bestowed the second rank by the emperor, made great contributions to Da Qi, and specially bestowed a mansion.

"Miss?"

She stuttered, Madam. Madam, will you come to see General Chu?
She only knew about the matter between the Empress and General Chu, and she must not have known the fault of Lord Chen. She only knew that Chu Wuyou used to be the Empress’s childhood sweetheart, and that General Chu was secretly brought into the palace by the Eldest Prince to meet the Empress At that time, the empress also told her about it.

isn't it?
The empress came to see him?
The emperor, the emperor, him.
Before Qiaoyu could speak, Murong Wan looked up at the door plaque in front of him.

Smiling slightly, he stood at the door.

The guards guarding the door obviously didn't recognize her when they saw her.

It can be seen that Murong Wan's clothes don't look like ordinary people.

So their tone was also extremely respectful: "Is the girl here to find someone?"

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)

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