Duan Qingying finally couldn't help it. She knelt down by Duan Zhaorong's legs, stretched out her arms and hugged him, "Dad, it was my daughter who was wrong, and I was wrong."

Duan Zhaorong seemed to feel something. He reached out and stroked Duan Qingying's head, "Qingying is not wrong. Daddy knows that you feel sorry for Daddy.

But in dad's heart, you will always be my daughter. No matter what you do, dad will support you.

Although you and I are separated by humans and ghosts now, as long as dad can talk to you again, he will be satisfied."

Gu Zhaozhao stood aside, bulging his mouth and rubbing his chubby hands.

She really wanted to open her grandfather's heavenly eye, but she couldn't do that because her grandfather was too old and it would be dangerous for him to open his heavenly eye.

"Grandpa, the voice talisman on my mother's body will expire soon. If you have anything to say, please say it quickly."

Duan Zhaorou shook her head gently, "No need to say anything more, Qingying understands. I just hope Qingying can live a more comfortable life, whether she is a human or a ghost."

Duan Qingying nodded heavily, "I understand, Dad."

Duan Zhaorong's side became quiet, and there was no longer the familiar voice of his precious daughter.

His lonely hands hung by his sides, his eyes sliding towards the soft little man beside him.

"Zhaozhao, is your mother still there?"

Gu Zhaozhao looked at Duan Qingying, who was standing silently aside, and nodded vigorously, "Grandpa, who is still here, don't worry, I will convey what my mother said to you."

Duan Zhaorong thought for a moment and squatted in front of Gu Zhaozhao, "Zhaozhao, I feel like your mother has something to say."

Xiaotuan smiled and said, "Mom said you should go back to sleep, otherwise you will become even older."

The smile on Duan Zhaorong's face froze, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he slowly stood up.

He waved his sleeves casually and strode out of the room with his hands behind his back.

"This stinky girl always thinks her father is old. I'm not a ghost who doesn't age like her. It's not normal to grow old."

Duan Zhaorong muttered, reluctantly walked out of the room and closed the door.

Gu Zhaozhao and Duan Qingying in the room were smiling from ear to ear.

In Duan Mansion, they never stick to trivial details, and they can make small jokes casually when the family is together.

Gu Zhaozhao raised his little hand and stretched hard, "Mother, Zhaozhao is so tired, please pat me to sleep."

She returned to the bed and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, leaving only her furry little head exposed.

Duan Qingying lay beside her, gently patting the little guy's back with her palms.

Although he couldn't feel her touch, Gu Zhaozhao still felt very at ease, "Mother's hands are so warm."

Duan Qingying smiled and pinched her little nose, "Nonsense, my mother is a ghost, how can you feel it."

Gu Zhaozhao stuck out his little butt and twisted it hard, "I can feel it."

Duan Qingying's soft words brought sleepiness to her.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Bai Muxue, who found it almost dawn outside, floated back into the room and immediately saw the mother and daughter lying on the bed.

She was so angry that she said, "You are playing tricks on me, aren't you!"

*

Early the next morning, Gu Zhaozhao had breakfast and happily got into the carriage carrying his small satchel.

As soon as she arrived at the entrance of the Imperial College, she heard a burst of rapid footsteps and shouts from behind her.

"Master, I've finally waited for you."

Looking back, I found that it was Yimei.

Gu Zhaozhao tilted his head, his big bright eyes filled with confusion, "Uncle Yimei, why are you here?"

One eyebrow stepped forward and grabbed Gu Zhaozhao's wrist, "Master, I saw that woman again, the one who looks very much like your mother."

Gu Zhaozhao raised his little head and opened his mouth for a long time before he came back to his senses.

She took Yimei's hand and said, "Uncle Yimei, hurry up, let's go take a look."

Gu Jinglan and the other four brothers, who had just arrived, watched their sister pass by.

Gu Jinglan poked his head out of the car window, "Zhaozhao, where are you going?"

The little girl didn't even have time to turn around, she raised her little hand and waved it gently, "Brothers, please help me take a leave."

A small figure in the distance watched Gu Zhaozhao running away.

Ji Lingxiu exchanged a few words with the coachman beside him and followed him silently.

He didn't see Gu Zhaozhao yesterday afternoon, and he didn't come to the Imperial College today.

Looking at her in a hurry, something important must have happened.

Ji Lingxiu frowned and really didn't want to follow him, but he had no choice.

His purpose in Xingyue now is to monitor Gu Zhaozhao's every move.

Gu Zhaozhao and Yimei ran all the way to the inn where they stayed yesterday.

At this moment, the little breasts are panting, and there are crystal beads of sweat on the forehead.

Yimei said eagerly: "You were here just now, why are you missing?"

Gu Zhaozhao stood at the door with his head raised and looking around.

She immediately spotted the girl in the corner who was drinking tea.

The little girl suddenly froze on the spot, her big bright eyes filled with shock and surprise.

Because that face is so similar to my mother’s!

Although she looks a year or two younger than my mother, the rest can be said to be exactly the same as her.

The woman wears simple plain linen clothes, with a cloth scarf of the same color tied on her head.

She seemed to be waiting for someone, looking around nervously.

Even Bai Muxue and Duan Qingying, who were in their small satchels, stuck their heads out.

Duan Qingying opened her mouth and felt bad all over.

She felt as if she was looking in the mirror, "Zhaozhao, that person really looks like me!"

Gu Zhaozhao nodded and walked forward step by step with his little feet.

"Mom, let's go over and ask."

Maybe this sister is related to my mother in some way.

Gu Zhaozhao threw his shoulders and ran forward before he took two steps, when he suddenly saw that the woman had stood up and was walking towards the person opposite with a curtain hat on her head.

They seemed to be talking about something, and the man stuffed a bag of things into the woman's hands.

The woman nodded excitedly, then turned and left.

She passed by Gu Zhaozhao, and her big eyes were so shocked that she forgot to blink.

When she got closer, she realized that not only did this sister look exactly like her mother, she even had the same height and body shape.

"It's amazing."

Duan Qingying has floated out of the small satchel.

She stared at the retreating figure and shook her head leisurely. "I seemed to see myself walking past."

Yimei patted Gu Zhaozhao's shoulder excitedly, "Master, I'm right. Isn't it particularly similar?"

Gu Zhaozhao raised his legs without hesitation and followed her out, "Uncle Yimei, let's follow her and see where she goes."

She always feels like there is some secret hidden in this sister.
Chapter completed!