"Emperor, our emperor's son, he..." A word intermittently does not pick up, flustered, helpless, afraid all of a sudden emerge in the heart, the heart is a mess, for a time do not know what to do. How about huang'er? Yan'er slowly said... " Blue Ling Feng clenched my hand, eyes in addition to heartache there is a trace of unspeakable worry.

"he's not huang'er, he's not..." That day, the picture of the man in black jumping into the secret road with swaddling clothes flashed in my mind again. I pointed to the room and repeatedly said, "he is not the emperor's son". I pulled Lanling Feng into the room....