Princess, she is the one who facilitated the extradition.

They came and went in haste.

Marquis Weilie quickly helped his nephew up, and saw that he straightened his back and seemed to come back to life.

Still somewhat incredulous, "Your Highness, can the Princess Consort truly cure Jing Ge?"

His previous wish was that the child could live a few more years, if he could fully recover...

Marquis Weilie felt a lump in his throat; that was wonderful.

Xiao Huaijin glanced at Jing Ge, "If the Princess says it's possible, then it definitely is."

It's just that I don't know how many things I have to do to regain spiritual power.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered. In the battle thirteen years ago, the Gu family army was defeated because of problems with their armor, which reduced their combat power. However, the world thought it was because they were not good enough.

This was a tremendous injustice to the soldiers.

If Yao Yao can clear their names, wouldn't that be a great act of merit?

Mao Dan said that good deeds can also be exchanged for spiritual power.

"The princess can not only heal him, but also help you take revenge, without harming any member of your Gu family."

Marquis Weilie must have gathered evidence over the years. With his help, Yaoyao will have a much easier time.

Marquis Weilie's pupils contracted slightly.

These two had overheard everything he had just said.

"Does Your Highness intend to become an enemy of the Great Sheng?"

So, you want to win him over?

He thought Gui Yao was acting on Xiao Huaijin's orders.

"The century-old alliance between Nanyao and Dasheng will never be void."

Xiao Huaijin laughed, "It's not me who will help you, but the princess."

Has Xuanji Tower vanished without a trace?

"Why is the princess helping me?"

Xiao Huaijin thought for a moment, "Let's say we hate evil as if it were our enemy."

He always knew that Gui Yao had a moral compass and a clear sense of right and wrong.

But this reason clearly failed to convince Marquis Weilie. "How can the Queen be so sure she can help me?"

The Duke of Zhenguo wielded immense power in the court, and even the emperor dared not easily touch her. He found it hard to believe that a woman could possess such great abilities.

He still had some suspicions that the two men had come here tonight to try and persuade him to help Nan Yao deal with Da Sheng.

Although he was disappointed with the Dasheng court, and his approach to Xiao Huaijin was only in the hope that he could help protect his nephew, he never actually thought of betraying his country.

Therefore, he never intended to go to Nanyao from the very beginning.

Xiao Huaijin understood what he was thinking: "Zhang Er of the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion was exiled and his military power was handed over. The Empress was deposed, and tonight's scandal at the Yueguo Duke's Mansion was all the work of the Princess Consort."

He sounded somewhat proud when he mentioned these things.

"Do you think she can help you get revenge?"

Marquis Weilie remained silent.

If what Xiao Huaijin said is true, this woman is indeed more capable than him.

"who is she?"

Hearing that Gui Yao was an orphan girl from the common people, how could she have such abilities and be favored by Nan Yao, who then publicly announced her identity?

"The benefactor of the Gu family."

Xiao Huaijin's expression was inscrutable. "It was true before, and it will be true in the future."

How can the state of Lu, which annihilated the Gu family, not be considered to have done a favor?

She was already planning to deal with the Duke of Zhenguo and the Duke of Yue, and now that she has learned about the armor, she will surely make it known to the whole world.

Marquis Weilie understood his expression, but not quite his words.

He carefully considered all the favors the Gu family had received over the years, but he couldn't think of any connection with Gui Yao.

But Gui Yao reappeared before the three of them, saying, "Lord Weilie, Gu Jia Sanlang is not on the City God's register. He is still alive."

The mountain must be the child of this family.

"Would you like to come with me to see my younger brother?"

Before Marquis Weilie could speak, Gu Jingge said, "Uncle, let's go take a look."

When we arrived, we only heard Lu Jun say that Sanlang had been put into a pot; we didn't see it with our own eyes.

He hoped that Sanlang was still alive, so that his uncle would have something to worry about and wouldn't have to suffer so much.

Marquis Weilie nodded, but his heart was already in turmoil.

He naturally hoped his son was still alive, but dared not hope for it. Now that Guiyao was so certain that his third son was still alive, what reason did he have not to go and see him?

Even if there's a trap involved.

"Jingge, go to sleep early. Your uncle will be right back."

His voice trembled uncontrollably as he instructed his nephew, then bowed to Guiyao, saying, "Thank you for leading the way, Your Highness."

Gui Yao and Xiao Huaijin exchanged a glance, each grabbing one of his arms, and stepped into the night.

Marquis Weilie was skilled, but his lightness skill was no match for the two of them. He watched the lights of the ten thousand homes rapidly receding.

He was horrified. With such skill from these two, if Nan Yao were to harm Da Sheng, Da Sheng would likely face another catastrophe.

It remains to be seen whether the Crown Prince can protect the peace of the Great Sheng Dynasty this time. If war truly breaks out, should the Gu family join the battle?

If one goes into battle with resentment in their heart, not going would be an insult to the status of a military general and a violation of ancestral precepts.

Never mind, he should still go. He's not protecting the court, he's protecting the people...

It seemed like he had only been lost in thought for a moment when his feet touched the ground, and he had already arrived at Prince Jin's residence.

The snoring continued inside the room. Da Shan, with his hands neatly placed on his abdomen, was fast asleep with his legs curled up.

Gui Yao led the people quietly into the room and pointed to the bed.

The moment Marquis Weilie entered the room, his eyes fell on the bed.

Even though it has been more than a decade since we last met, some of the children, now grown up, still retain the features of their childhood.

He approached cautiously, tiptoeing and holding his breath, his gaze never leaving his face.

That sturdy, chubby boy, who was taller and bigger than his six-year-old brother when he was only three, has now grown up with big hands, big feet, a big face, and even longer legs.

The bed in Prince Jin's mansion wasn't even big enough for him to stretch his legs out.

Even the Marquis of Weilie's mansion doesn't have a bed this big. We'll have to have a new one made when we get back, and the door frame will also need to be heightened and widened.

It just so happens that the Marquis's mansion has not been repaired in recent years. He is barely surviving, and the mansion is in a state of disrepair. It is a good opportunity to repair it.

Sanlang was born on the border and has never been to a mansion in the capital before, so it can't be too dilapidated.

As I looked and thought, my vision blurred.

He slowly sat down on the footstool. It was good that Sanlang hadn't been boiled and was alive and well.

Madam, what about the eldest and second sons? Why haven't you appeared in their dreams to tell them all these years?

He had nightmares for over a decade, and in each nightmare he would retrieve his youngest son's remains from a pot.

Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore, covered his face with his hands, and tears streamed through his fingers. His suppressed sobs made Dashan on the bed open his eyes.

He saw Gui Yao first, "Sister."

Then came Xiao Huaijin, "Brother-in-law."

Then, he stepped on the middle-aged man who had woken up, raised his head from his palm, and was looking at him with teary eyes.

He looked closely at the man, who resembled him somewhat, and tried calling out, "Father?"

The fake Taoist priest said he could find his father, so this must be it.

My sister is amazing! She only heard him talking in his sleep and she already brought his father over.

That one word, "Father," blurred Marquis Weilie's vision again. His lips trembled violently. "You still remember your father?"

Da Shan sat up, scratched his head, and said, "I don't remember, but it must have been Dad that my sister brought."

I wouldn't make a mistake.

Besides, this person resembles him and cries just as much as he does, but recognizing him as his father has to be secondary.

He had to apologize to his sister first. "Sister, the fake Taoist priest tricked me into making a bet. He said that if I found you in the capital, I would have to listen to him and pretend to be talking in my sleep."

Otherwise, all the rabbits my master roasts for me in the future will belong to him.

"So, you were pretending to be asleep just now?"

Gui Yao was taken aback.

The child's act was so convincing that both she and Xiao Huaijin were fooled.

Da Shan's hands were clasped together on the futon, and he blushed. "I wasn't pretending to be asleep. I just woke up in a fright after falling asleep."

That's considered an act, he said with a simple, ingratiating smile, "Sister, just this once, Master's roasted rabbit meat is really delicious."

My sister likes it too; we can't give it all to that fake old Taoist priest.

Return to Yao and laugh.

She was also fooled by appearances; this child was not simple-minded at all.

He's not stupid, though; he was clearly outsmarted by the fake Taoist priest. However, he is a man of his word and knows to keep his promises even after losing.

"Alright, but you're not allowed to lie to me again."

Da Shan shook his head vigorously, "I won't lie to my sister anymore, and I won't make any more bets."

Hearing his son's words, Marquis Weilie became even more certain that this was his third son.

This kid has always been simple-minded but physically strong; he's his son.

He held his son's hand; his son's hand was so big that it took both of his hands to hold it. "Do you remember things from before?"

Da Shan shook his head. He was only three years old when his sister found him, so how could he have such a good memory?

But he remembered the fake Taoist priest's words clearly, though the fake Taoist priest denied it.

"It's better if you don't remember."

Marquis Weilie held his son's hand tightly. He didn't remember how his family had died tragically. In all these years, Sanlang wouldn't have been like him and Jingge, often waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares.

Suddenly, Da Shan had a flash of inspiration and understood what Wei Lie Hou meant. He comforted him, "Father, I'm doing very well. My master loves me very much, my sister loves me very much, and everyone in the village loves me very much too."

He has actually been very happy these past few years, except that he didn't know who his parents were. But now that he does, seeing his father crying like that, and seeing that he was the only one who came, he guesses that his mother is gone. Otherwise, his mother would have come with him.

Then he won't ask anymore; he'll find out eventually.

He didn't ask, but Marquis Weilie wanted to know about his son's situation. Apart from not remembering how he escaped from the Lu army, he told Marquis Weilie about his life in the village afterwards.

Upon learning that Gui Yao had rescued his son from the battlefield, Marquis Weilie, after speaking with Da Shan and coaxing him back to sleep, found Gui Yao and said, "Your Highness, I am willing to cooperate with you."

After Gui Yao asked him in detail about what happened back then, she went to the palace that very night.

She went directly to the emperor's bedchamber. The emperor was startled, opened his eyes, saw it was her, and slowly sat up. "You've come. Sit down."

Gui Yao sat down and asked him, "Do you believe me?"