allonlinenovel Chapter 207 Biological Mother
Chapter 207 Biological Mother
"What?"
Ling Mohui asked doubtfully.
"A piece of jade pendant."
Deng Guiping raised his eyebrows, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.
Ling Mohui's thoughts instantly returned to the jade pendant that was buried in the sea of fire, "I have already disposed of it."
Deng Guiping's hand tightened, his eyes sharp, "You didn't lie to me?"
"Keeping the jade pendant won't do me any good, so why would I do something that would cause me trouble?"
Ling Mohui's tone was calm, but her eyes were unusually firm.
Deng Guiping raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a satisfied smile, "You are quite sensible about the current situation."
"Where exactly are you taking me?"
Ling Mohui asked again, the uneasiness in her heart surging like a tide.
"The end of the year is approaching, and someone wants to see you!"
Deng Guiping's answer was calm and composed, but it made people feel that there was something mysterious behind it.
"Who?"
Ling Mohui's voice trembled slightly due to nervousness.
"My master is also your biological mother - Zhao Yuezhao!"
Deng Guiping revealed a name that shocked Ling Mohui.
Zhao Yuezhao...Although this name was mentioned occasionally in the original story, it is like a touch of mystery and leaves a deep impression on people.
she is...
Princess Cheng'an of Daqing Kingdom was also the only female general in the Daqing Dynasty. She was extremely brave and had a great reputation.
Ling Mohui clearly remembered that Princess Cheng'an once adopted a son named Zhao Yu, who was the cruel and ruthless villain in the original novel who almost overthrew the Great Qi.
If it weren't for the final desperate struggle between the hero and heroine, Da Qi would probably have ceased to exist long ago.
"Then do you know Zhao Yu?"
Ling Mohui hurriedly questioned this key person. After all, Zhao Yu was the main villain in the original novel. Ling Mohui knew that she had to deal with him with caution to avoid herself from falling into an irretrievable situation.
Deng Guiping frowned slightly when he heard this, and seemed quite surprised by Ling Mohui's question, "Do you know him?"
There was a hint of curiosity and caution in his voice.
"How could I not know about Princess Cheng'an's famous adopted son?"
Deng Guiping's tone was mixed with a hint of admiration and pride. He nodded slightly, his brows revealing a bit of solemnity, and said: "Well, when you come, you will naturally be able to see him. Lord Zhao Yu is usually very elegant, and his every word and action reveals his extraordinaryness."
When Ling Mohui heard this, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes. She quietly moved forward and asked in a low voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing the mystery: "Butler Zhao, do you know what Mr. Zhao Yu likes?"
Her eyes were full of desire for information, and she knew that in this complex world, every detail could become the capital that could change the situation in the future.
The best way is to find out the person's preferences first and leave a good impression when you meet him/her - this is the truth she has pondered over and over again in the dim candlelight in countless late nights.
After all, in this story shrouded in the halo of the protagonist, it seems that the only one who can compete with the omnipotent golden fingers in the hands of the male and female protagonists is the big villain with deep wisdom.
And Ling Mohui would hold on to this "thigh" tightly no matter what.
Deng Guiping folded his arms, looking somewhat helpless. He said casually, "You might as well ask someone else about this matter. Although I am the housekeeper, I don't know much about Mr. Zhao's private preferences."
As he spoke, his eyes passed over Ling Mohui, as if to imply that there were hidden talents in the mansion and there were people who knew the truth.
The carriage swayed leisurely on the territory of Daqing Kingdom for about half a month. The scenery along the way was picturesque, but it was not as magnificent as the thoughts of the people in the carriage.
During this period, Ling Mohui unexpectedly met Fenchan and Chuntang. The two women were like a spring breeze, adding a bit of warmth to this journey.
Fen Chan bowed deeply to Ling Mohui, her forehead almost touching the ground, her eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you for saving my life, young master. I will never be able to repay you in this lifetime!"
There was a slight tremor in his words, and the emotions were so sincere that they were heart-warming.
Ling Mohui quickly helped Fenchan up and comforted her softly, "Don't be polite, I just did what I had to do. The one who really deserves thanks is Chuntang, she risked her life many times, sneaked into the Prime Minister's Mansion, informed you of the situation, and planned your escape. Chuntang, you should thank her."
Chuntang waved his hand, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "No, it's still Manager Zhao who is in charge, we are just assisting from the side."
Her tone was full of humility, but it could not conceal the heroic spirit of a woman of the world.
As the topic changed, Ling Mohui's eyes became sharper: "By the way, Chuntang, Fenchan, I have something to ask you two."
Although her voice was not loud, it was full of unquestionable power.
"Young Master, please give me your orders if you have anything to say."
Fenchan answered almost reflexively, her eyes full of trust and loyalty.
Ling Mohui paused and continued, "How much do you know about Zhao Yu?"
She kept her tone deliberately calm, but it couldn't conceal the deeper meaning behind it.
Chuntang and Fenchan exchanged a subtle look, an imperceptible change flashed across their faces, and then they hurriedly shook their heads. It was obvious that they were afraid to talk about the private affairs of this big villain.
"Don't worry, I'll be there to protect you. Just tell me what you know and I'll keep my word and never tell anyone."
There was determination in Ling Mohui's words, and her eyes were as clear as water, revealing an unquestionable sincerity.
After all, she is the future young master of Princess Cheng'an's mansion, so Fenchan and Chuntang naturally believe in her promise.
Seeing this, Fenchan asked, "Young Master, what do you want to know?"
Her voice was gentle and submissive, revealing her determination to serve the Lord.
Ling Mohui smiled slightly, and said in a relaxed tone: "Nothing special, I just want to know what he likes in his daily life? I can prepare some gifts and take this opportunity to get closer to each other."
Fen Chan thought for a moment and lowered her voice, as if sharing a secret: "Zhao Yu loves..."
On the eve of the Spring Festival, the winter sun shone softly on the earth, and Ling Mohui's carriage finally slowly stopped in front of the magnificent gate of Cheng'an Mansion.
The car curtain was gently lifted, and Ling Mohui stepped out of the car door, just in time to see a middle-aged woman with a tall figure and handsome face striding towards her.
This lady's hairstyle is simple and elegant, but she has an aura of majesty without being angry. Her dignity reveals an indescribable affinity that makes people feel intimidated but also in awe.
Ling Mohui almost subconsciously wanted to salute, but the woman had already stepped forward quickly and gently supported her, her actions revealing maternal love and care.
Zhao Yuezhao had tears in his eyes as he looked closely at his daughter whom he had not seen for many years. His throat seemed to be choked and he was unable to speak for a moment.
"Hello, Lord Zhao."
Ling Mohui reacted and immediately greeted respectfully, with a hint of nervousness in her voice, but more of it was the excitement of meeting someone again after a long separation.
Zhao Yuezhao came back to his senses and hurriedly wiped away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of his eyes. His voice trembled: "Mohui, my child!"