Xiao Lingyue looked at him in disbelief: "Beibei is also your son, shouldn't you protect him? Why are you helping me?"
Zhan Beihan said: "If I want to protect him, I should let him regain his identity and return to the royal family."
Xiao Lingyue: "I've already told you..."
"I don't think your so-called reasons are anything to worry about. They are just unfounded worries!" Zhan Bei said coldly.
The twins are unknown, as royal rules dictate that only one can live.
With him and Zhan Beihan here, can't he still protect his son?
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
Zhan Beihan looked at her again: "In other words, letting Beibei hide his identity is just your own idea. I don't agree with it. If you want me to cooperate with you, what do you give in exchange?"
Xiao Lingyue: "..." She was stunned for a moment.
She never expected that Zhan Beihan would settle this with her.
Is this man's mind really as big as the tip of a pin?
Or is this what parents must experience, the disagreement over their children’s education?
Xiao Lingyue was speechless and choked for a moment.
But she quickly reacted and frowned: "How do you want me to exchange it?"
Since Zhan Beihan raised this point, he must have the conditions he wanted. Instead of making random guesses, she might as well ask him directly.
"Restore the identity of Princess Yi and stay in the palace."
Zhan Beihan said without hesitation: "Exchange yourself for Beibei!"
Xiao Lingyue blurted out: "Impossible!"
Zhan Beihan's eyes turned cold: "You say it again?"
"..." Xiao Lingyue reached out and rubbed her painful eyebrows, and reasoned with him: "Zhan Beihan, it's not that I don't want to, you know it's impossible."
It's one thing to admit your identity in front of him, but it's another thing to make it completely public.
Xiao Lingyue never thought about it.
Zhan Bei looked at her coldly: "How is it impossible? How is it impossible?"
His voice mocked: "Can you tell me a reason?"
"I am already a dead person in Northern Qin. You want me to 'resurrection' from the dead. Is this possible?" Xiao Lingyue asked rhetorically.
"But you're not dead yet!" Zhan Beihan's voice was cold.
"It makes no difference. All in all, the identity of 'Xiao Lingyue' died five years ago. It is impossible for me to fake the corpse and come back to life."
Xiao Lingyue frowned and said, "You can change the conditions."
Zhan Beihan laughed: "The identity problem is not difficult to solve, are you unwilling?"
Xiao Lingyue was speechless for a moment. She said with a headache: "Do you know how much trouble I have to face if I want to restore my identity?"
"so what?"
Zhan Bei said coldly: "I don't care!"
"..." You don't care, I care.
You are not the one who dares to face trouble.
Xiao Lingyue complained in her heart.
Think about the demons and monsters in the Xiao family, and then think about Emperor Zhaoming in the palace.
Xiao Lingyue could think with her knees that if she really "resurrected from the dead", she would never have a peaceful life in the future.
"Anyway, you now know who I am. Does it matter whether I restore my identity or not?"
Xiao Lingyue looked at him incomprehensively: "The marriage between you and me back then was just a conspiracy. It had no real feelings, and it was not consensual. To you, Xiao Lingyue
Identity, ‘dead’ is a good thing, right?”
Zhan Beihan: "What do you want to say?"
"As long as I'm dead, Princess Yi's position will be vacant forever, and no one will force you to marry me again."