Xiao Yan's road was completely broken, Yu Yao lowered her eyes and kowtowed deeply. This worship was very solemn, Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, she looked like a farewell, but immediately he gave up this idea, after all, where could Princess Yongxing go without this identity.

After Yu Yao left, Xiao Yan was silent for a long time.

When Xiao Xuande was about to retire, Xiao Yan said: "Xiao Hong, enough is enough." Xiao Xuande stopped, and listened to Xiao Yan continue: "You must at least think about Zhengde." ”

Xiao Xuande turned around and bowed: "Thank you, Your Majesty for your care." ”

……

At this moment, outside a very inconspicuous small house on the outskirts of Jiankang City, there stood a man in a crimson cloak, and he knocked lightly on the door.

After a while, an old woman opened the door and carefully wrapped her head in a headscarf, which was very old, but the washed and distorted embroidery on it showed that it was originally a fine fabric.

She glanced warily at the person outside and asked in an old voice, "Who are you looking for?" ”

The man under the cloak pressed against the door and went straight into the room.

The old woman didn't have time to scream, and the man closed the door and said, "Cao Jiaren." ”

The old woman was stunned in place, but she didn't call for help, her voice trembled: "You, who are you?" ”

The man removed his hood, revealing an angular face, and the candlelight in the room flickered, and the man's face could be distinguished in the dimness, and the small room could not hide his noble appearance.

The corners of his mouth were smiling, but his gaze was no longer as warm as ever.

"Aunt Cao doesn't need to be afraid." He lifted the corner of his robe, and a crimson color was reflected in the room. He sat down in the room: "I am Su Yuan." ”

"You, you're not...... the old woman took a few steps back and stuck to the wall, she squinted at the face in the dim light, as if trying to find clues from it.

After a while, she seemed to recognize Su Yuan, and pointed at him with wide eyes: "You, how do you prove that you are Su Yuan?" ”

Su Yuan took out a pair of calligraphy and paintings from his arms, with a water lotus on it, and two lines of poetry next to it, he put this calligraphy and painting on the table, and said: "I know that my aunt's name is 'Cao Jiaren', isn't it enough to prove it?" ”

The old woman trembled and took a few steps forward, and picked up the painting on the table, her whole hand was shaking, and she seemed to have eyes that were not very good, and she could only see clearly when she was very close.

Through the light, Su Yuan also saw the old woman in front of her clearly, she was not in her twilight years, but her color was haggard, and her description was withered, and she could vaguely see the glory she had back then. The clothes were more than ten years old, but like her headscarf, they should have been excellent materials.

"Cao Jiaren" is her flower name, which is also mentioned in Wen Nian's message to him, and this flower name is only known to Su Yuan's mother, Cao Ying.

Cao Jiaren and Cao Ying are sisters of the same clan, and later the family fell into the Qinglou, but fortunately, Cao Ying can read poetry and paint, and she is lucky to survive without selling her art. Later, Cao Ying became the fifth aunt of Sufu, and before leaving, she took her sister Cao Jiaren away, changed her name to Caopod, and became her personal maid.

The name "Cao Jiaren" has not been mentioned again since that day. To this day, Su Yuan has re-called the name.

"This is Ying Niang's calligraphy and painting, it is her ......" Cao Jiaren secretly cried after putting down the calligraphy and painting carefully, she didn't want her tears to dirty this only calligraphy and painting.

"How did you find me? It's mine...... Did Ying Niang tell you my nickname? ”