Author: big bell

The person who came was none other than Xia Wuji. Ying Zheng always cherished him and allowed him to enter and exit the palace freely.

Ying Zheng was not angry when the conversation was interrupted. He smiled slightly and asked Cheng Fang to leave.

"Dad Xia, are you okay?" Facing this father who once loved him, he was as gentle as he was to Afang.

Xia Wuji was not restrained, but was too cautious. He pondered a little, took a deep look at the emperor, and asked in a tentative tone: "Does your Majesty still remember Afang?"

Ying Zheng was shocked when he heard this, his eyes suddenly widened and he stared at Xia Wuji.

This name is the sorrow in his heart. It doesn't fly in his heart every moment. He just doesn't want to mention it. How can he not remember it?

"Did Xia Daddy have any news about Afang?"

For eighteen years, he has been looking for her all the time.

The old man turned away and looked up at the splendor of the deep palace. Then he put his head down on the sky in the gap, and his mind was filled with thoughts.

"There is no news about her, but there is others."

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng's heart felt as if a broken ship had sunk to the bottom of the sea, never to see the light of day again.

"No? It's been eighteen years and still no!"

The emperor was so disappointed that he leaned against the pillar wall in despair.

I thought I would have news about her, but in the end it was all in vain. After eighteen years of searching and waiting, when hope appeared, I was ultimately disappointed.

Is it true that he and A Fang never meet again?

However, the next moment, he suddenly turned his whole body around, stared at Xia Wuji again, and asked urgently: "Dad Xia, what did you say just now?"

He remembered Xia Wuji's last words.

Xia Wuji did not respond immediately, but fell into deep thought, seeming to be thinking about whether he should let the emperor know at the last moment, and whether it would affect his xinxing after knowing it.

"But there is something else, what is it?" Ying Zheng asked urgently, with an arrogant look on his face, and grabbed the old man's collar.

"Is there any clue?"

Xia Wuji looked at Ying Zheng quietly, not feeling any pressure because he was the emperor. When his eyes moved down from the top of the palace, he spoke: "There are clues, but it means there are no clues."

The words were a bit vague, and Ying Zheng felt anxious and his eyes widened, "Is it something or nothing?"

"There is, but she can't be found."

"How do you say it?" Ying Zheng started to look forward to it, and squeezed the old man tighter with his hands.

"I saw the mandarin duck pendant."

"Mandarin duck pendant? Are you talking about Afang's one? Seriously?" Ying Zheng's hands trembled slightly, showing his excitement. The next moment, he seemed to think of something, and a violent aura rose to the sky.

"She, she, isn't she?" He could no longer say the next words.

Xia Wuji shook his head, he understood what Ying Zheng meant.

"Probably not, just away from the world." This was Xia Wuji's guess.

Since Afang gave such an important thing to his grandson, she probably wanted his grandson to meet them one day. Naturally, she would not think of committing suicide. It is not easy for a mother to commit suicide after having a son, let alone after eighteen years.

, I have already done it long ago, and there is no need to wait until now.

And what the grandson said, his mother disappeared, maybe Afang didn’t want to be recognized, so staying away from the world was the best choice.

He understands his daughter and never wants to cause trouble to others, even at the expense of himself.

"Stay away from the world? Is she still running away from me? There is no need for it now!" Ying Zheng was heartbroken, hating that he had not been able to protect his beloved woman and was torn apart by those people.

But things are different now, no one dares to influence him anymore, no one dares to oppose him anymore, no one dares to tear him apart anymore.

But, it was all too late, the woman he loved had left, and there was no news for eighteen years.

Seeing the emperor's disappointed look, Xia Wuqi stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Although she has no news, she left you something very precious."

"What?" Ying Zheng's eyes widened again.

"Li Zhao."
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