567 Father and Son Meet Again, Confessing the Truth (3)
The old man, who wished he could die on the spot: “…”
Even Old Cui was more important than him?! He really wanted to beat these brats to death!!!
“Aiya!” Yu Wan noticed the person at the entrance of the courtyard and stood up in a daze. The meat skewer in her hand fell to the ground.
“Hey, Ah Wan!” Qing Yan shouted in pain when he couldn’t snatch the meat skewer in time. Then, he saw Yu Wan’s stunned expression. He looked in the direction Yu Wan was looking, and the meat skewer in his hand fell.
The old man: You finally found out that I was missing, right? You feel guilty, right? You’re so ashamed, right?
Yu Wan walked towards the two of them in a daze.
The old man stretched out his hand and said as if nothing had happened, “Alright, I know you’re not…”
“You’re… the Prince Consort?”
The old man was interrupted by Yu Wan’s stunned voice. He did not have time to be surprised by the word Prince Consort that Yu Wan mentioned. He only felt that he really had nothing to live for tonight.
Yu Wan’s voice was not loud, but it was enough for the group of experts in the courtyard to hear. Everyone paused, and the noisy courtyard instantly fell silent.
Yan Jiuchao was about to pick up a piece of roasted meat when he suddenly stopped.
The courtyard was terrifyingly quiet.
Yu Wan had never seen the Prince Consort before, but when this man appeared in front of her, she still recognized him at a glance. She could not tell if it was the aura that was very similar to Yan Jiuchao or this legendary mask that he had never taken off.
She thought that even if she did not hear his conversation with the Little Commandery Princess at Paramount, she would still not mistake him as long as she saw him.
“Yan Jiuchao.” Yu Wan turned around and looked at her husband who had a cold expression.
“Ahem!” Qing Yan cleared his throat and gave Ah Wei and Yue Gou a look. The two of them usually did not have any tacit understanding with him, but tonight, they understood each other for the first time.
The three of them put down the skewers and silently left the courtyard. Then, Jiang Hai, Zi Su, and Fu Ling tactfully returned to their respective rooms.
“Is there something delicious?” Old Cui walked over happily. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he sensed that the atmosphere was not right. He looked at everyone and then at the stranger who appeared out of nowhere. He wondered, “Who is he?”
The old man left angrily. Yu Wan also entered the study without a word.
“Hey, why did they all… leave?” In the end, his voice gradually softened. Old Cui shrank his neck resentfully, grabbed a few skewers of roasted meat, and silently entered Grandma’s room.
Only Yan Jiuchao and the Prince Consort were left in the huge courtyard.
Yan Jiuchao did not move or look at him. On the other hand, the Prince Consort quietly walked over.
Yan Jiuchao fed himself the cold roasted meat and slowly ate it.
The Prince Consort sat down on the wooden bench opposite him.
Although this weather was not as hot as midsummer, it was not as cold as they had imagined. The bonfire at the side was burning with crackling sounds, and beads of sweat flowed down from their foreheads.
Yan Jiuchao ate meat.
The Prince Consort watched him eat meat.
The two of them did not speak.
Everyone who was hiding in the room stuck their heads out from under the door and secretly sized up the two of them.
Other than Yu Wan, no one knew what the relationship between the Prince Consort and Yan Jiuchao was. They only felt that the two of them were so strange. One was staring, and the other was indifferent.
Finally, it was the Prince Consort who broke the silence. He looked at Yan Jiuchao and said softly, “You…”
Yan Jiuchao did not give him a chance to continue. He put down the skewer and said indifferently, “I’m full.” With that, he stood up unceremoniously and was about to return to Wutong Courtyard.
The Prince Consort had already seen this face that was seventy to eighty percent similar to his the moment he entered. Unlike him, he was old. There was a hideous scar on his face, and the person in front of him seemed to be everything he looked like when he was young.
That was strange, wasn’t it? The Prince Consort covered his chest. He was very excited. He did not know what was wrong. Seeing that the other party was about to leave, he suddenly stood up. “Wait! I… I have something to ask you!”
As if sensing that his tone was too domineering, he pinched his fingers helplessly and softened his tone. “Can I ask you a few questions?”
When had the Prince Consort of the Queen Manor ever been so unconfident? Even when he met the Emperor, he did not panic. However, he became extremely nervous about this young man.
Yan Jiuchao did not turn around. He only looked at the endless night and said coldly, “If you want to ask me how I’m doing, I’m doing well. If you want to ask me why I came to Nanzhao, it has nothing to do with you.”
“Yes, yes, yes! It’s related, it’s related!” Yu Wan pushed open the door of the study and rushed out. She hugged her husband’s arm and hooked it with her toes, closing the courtyard door.
“Let’s talk nicely,” she said to Yan Jiuchao.
Yan Jiuchao’s body was filled with a powerful vicious aura, but he could not bear to push her away. However, he still refused to respond to the Prince Consort.
The Prince Consort looked a little stunned, as if he was reminiscing Yan Jiuchao’s words. Yu Wan was conflicted as to whether she should call him Prince Consort or Father. Looking at her husband’s sullen face, Yu Wan decided not to be so close to him yet.
“What do you want to ask?” Yu Wan asked.
The Prince Consort came back to his senses. He looked at the little girl and then at the young man she was holding. “I want to ask who he is.”
Yu Wan widened her almond-shaped eyes. “Your son! Don’t you recognize him? Didn’t you come to the Helian Manor to look for your son?” She thought that he had specially come to reunite with Yan Jiuchao after recognizing him.
“He’s my son?” The Prince Consort was stunned.
What kind of reaction was this? Yu Wan was confused. “You’ve seen him several times. He looks so similar to you. Have you never suspected that he’s your son?”
“Several times?” The Prince Consort was stunned again.
“That’s right. You’ve met once at the candied hawthorn shop before. After that, Xiaobao slipped out of the manor. The two of you met once in a restaurant. Let me think…” Yu Wan couldn’t think of it anymore, but two times wasn’t a small number. Including this time, it had already been three times!
“I thought you were here to acknowledge your son,” Yu Wan said.
“I’m here to send that old man back,” the Prince Consort said.
So he was here to send Grandma back. Yu Wan felt her husband’s expression become colder and colder.
Yan Jiuchao pulled out his arm and grabbed Yu Wan’s hand instead, bringing her coldly out of the courtyard.
“I don’t remember,” the Prince Consort said as he looked at their backs.
The two of them stopped in their tracks.
“I… I…” The Prince Consort tried to recall, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt his head explode.
“W-what’s wrong?” Yu Wan sensed that something was wrong with the Prince Consort. His entire face turned pale, and he was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Old Cui strode over and pinched the Prince Consort’s wrist. After taking his pulse, he frowned. “He was drugged.”
