When he lowered his eyes, the hair on his forehead fell down, covering his beautiful side face. He looked sideways and stood up, trying to leave, but Su Lieyang pressed his shoulders down.

"How could you admit your mistake? You are really exactly the same as her."

As he said that, Su Lieyang frowned and lowered his eyes, and glanced at the people around him, "You all retreat."

"Yes, Regent."

After the words came to an end, the guard bent down and retreated.

After there was no servant, Su Lieyang then walked to the desk beside him and took out a painting from the secret wall under the desk. The painting looked very old, but Su Lieyang held it in his hand

When I was, I would still caress it twice.

Then he took the painting to him, "I don't know where you have been going over the years, but I've really been looking for you."

Lin Junlan lowered his eyes and found that the painting was painted with a woman with a peerless face. She looked a bit similar to him between her eyebrows, but she had a little more gentle and softness.

"When you were three years old, you were taken away by the fine works arranged by the Southern Kingdom by me as a prince. Do you know how much I blame myself?"

Lin Junlan: “…”

He had no impression of what Su Lieyang said at all. He had been bought and sold everywhere since he had memory. He really couldn't tell what the facts were.

But... the person in this painting looks so much like him.

"Do you still remember your mother? She is a gentle woman. After half a year after you lost, she became ill and left me.

Lin Junlan's eyes trembled for a moment, raised his eyes, looked at Su Lieyang, silent, and he still frowned.

Then, he slowly shook his head, not remembering, not even a little bit.

"Child, I know you can't accept it now, but you are really my child. You are the youngest son of my Regent's Mansion."

"Little Young Master..."

Lin Junlan suddenly felt a little ironic. A few hours ago, he was still carrying the charge of implicating the Nine Clans. Now, it was this young master of the northern royal family.

The difference between Yunni's identities is like irony.

The wound on his shoulder was so painful that he lowered his eyes, looked at the torn wound of his palm, and asked, "Since you said I am your young master, am I OK with any request?"

"Of course, as long as I can do it."

Su Lieyang immediately agreed, fearing that he would be negligent if he was too late.

Lin Junlan slowly put away the painting in his hand, then raised his eyes and his voice was indifferent, "Okay, I want Fu Shiting, kneel in front of my house for three days and three nights. How about it?"

A man as arrogant as Fu Shiting hurts his shoulders and stabs him in silver needles. He has the intention to kill him. It should not be an exaggeration to let him kneel in front of him for three days.

"Why do you kneel for three days?"

Su Lieyang couldn't understand. Logically speaking, General Fu had just returned from the border and should not offend anyone.

Lin Junlan frowned. He didn't want to say the reason, so he turned his eyes away, "There is no reason, I just think he is stupid, can't it?"

Su Lieyang: “…”

The person standing sighed and felt a little embarrassed, "Shi Ting is the young general of the Northern Kingdom's God of War. If there is no reason, he will kneel down for three days, which may be inappropriate."

The God of War is the sharp blade of the country and is expected by the people. It is probably inappropriate to let such a person kneel on his knees for three days and spread it out.

After noticing Su Lieyang's embarrassment, he actually knew that Su Lieyang would not agree to his request, but just a little test.

He lowered his eyes and lay on the bed again, "Forget it, I'm a little tired and want to rest."

"Dad, I won't disturb you to rest."

Su Lieyang saw the person on the bed turning sideways, and didn't know what to say. He just took care of him and said he had a good rest, so he walked out.

Lin Junlan: “…”

After Su Lieyang went out, Lin Junlan lay on his side and looked at his palm, "Son of the Regent, what is the word slave in the palm of his palm?"

Could it be that someone else carved it on it? But who would have carved it like this in his hand?

If it is true as Fu Shiting said, all those who have the word slave in their palms die, then how did he survive?

There were more and more questions, and the more I thought about it, the more annoyed he felt. But as he got annoyed, he fell asleep and woke up again, it was already dark.

After the wound was applied to medicine, it no longer hurt much. After feeling that his internal strength had recovered by a few points, he thought about going to the palace to inquire about Gu Jingxu's situation.

I don’t know what the situation is in the Crown Prince now.

He stood up carefully, wore a black plain dress, opened the door, and the moment he opened the door, he suddenly saw a man kneeling in his yard.

The soft moonlight shone on him, shining his unruly figure, black hair fell beside him, and the blue-green clothes were soft and white. I don’t know if it was because of the moonlight that made him look a little

hazy.

“…”

Looking at the person kneeling in front of the door silently, he leaned against the door, wrapped his arms in front of him, smiled sarcastically, and said, "It turns out that the young general is really kneeling here, it really makes me

surprise."

Fu Shiting: "..."

The kneeling man raised his gaze and looked at Lin Junlan standing by the door, with a complicated and sad expression, "How is your injury?"

After a long silence, he said these words.

"Don't worry, I can't die."

Lin Junlan stood up straight, went down the steps, and walked to Fu Shiting, "Who asked you to kneel down, was the Regent?"

Fu Shiting lowered his eyes and shook his head, "I just apologize to you."

"I'm sorry. I hurt you if I didn't investigate clearly."

Lin Junlan smiled, "Does the young general also think that a sold person on the street is absolutely impossible to be the son of the Regent?"

"To be honest, I didn't even think of it myself."

Who would have thought...

"But, since the general is here to apologize, then kneel down and kneel until I ask you to get up."

After saying that, Lin Junlan turned around and prepared to enter the house.

Tonight, the young general knelt down. I think he couldn't enter the palace anymore. It would be better to go back to the house and have a sleep, and think of another reason to enter the palace tomorrow.

For example, let Regent Su Lie bring him into the palace with a bright and upright attitude.

"Wait, are you really him?"

When Lin Junlan turned around and was about to walk into the house, Fu Shiting spoke in a low voice and asked again.

"What do you think, am I him?"

Lin Junlan's eyes were condensed with the swaying lights in the room, "You don't know this answer, I... I don't know."

"Why, let's all bet and see if this fate is still unfair to my husband."

Lin Junlan looked sideways and stared at Fu Shiting with beautiful and quiet eyes, "By the way, the Regent said, I was going to marry you when I was a child."
Chapter completed!