"Father, my name is Youning."

With this soft sound, Han Jun's heart was hit hard, and he felt pain.

If Aman were alive, the daughter he gave birth to would be so old. He and Aman have been looking forward to having a daughter and taking good care of her.

But Aman was buried in the fire, one corpse and two lives, how could he still have a daughter.

Although it may be that the simple little girl in front of him is asleep, there is still hope in his heart that he shouldn't have.

He asked in a cautious whisper, "Do you know who I am?"

Han Youning sat up and looked up at his father in front of him.

At this time, he was still handsome and handsome, and his cheeks were cold and sharp under the tempering of wind and frost. But after only two years of hard work, my father was more than ten years old, and his sideburns were gray.

She held back her tears, "You are Han Jun, the Duke of Dingguo, and my mother is Chen Man, the Duchess of Dingguo."

In a word, it was like a thunderbolt exploding in Han Jun's brain, and his mind was blank and rumbling.

A girl who looked like Aman said that she was his daughter, and he didn't have the slightest suspicion. He was sure that this was his daughter.

His big fan-like hand grabbed Han Youning's hand, making her feel painful.

But he quickly reacted again, the strength in his hand loosened, and his face was full of eagerness, excitement, hope, and vulnerability, not at all like a general returning from the battlefield.

"What about your mother, your mother is still alive, isn't she?"

Han Youning's tears fell and he shook his head gently.

My mother is already dead.

They had never experienced this kind of recognition in their previous lives, and she told her background early and showed evidence, and the news was already known when her father was still on the way. Although Mrs. Han questioned it, her father recognized her as soon as she came back. But at that time he already knew that his wife was indeed dead, and there was no hope.

But now she didn't have any evidence, and she didn't have time to say what happened to her mother, so her father recognized her, and deceived himself into hoping that her mother was still alive.

How could my father not have imagined that if my mother was alive, how could she let her go to Beijing alone?

Han Jun closed his eyes, and the hope in his heart was completely shattered.

He still has a lot of doubts to solve, but the most important thing at the moment is that he has a daughter.

The daughter escaped death and traveled thousands of miles to find him, but I don't know how much suffering and grievances she suffered.

"You're Ning'er, my daughter?"

His hands trembled, and he wiped the tears from her face with the tips of his thumbs. But the tears were wiped more and more. He wanted to wipe her with a handkerchief, but when he touched the armor on his body, he reacted that he didn't bring a handkerchief.

He scrambled to his feet, his big hands rubbing against her face, and though he was careful, her cheeks were reddened.

Han Youning felt the roughness of her father's fingertips, rubbing her cheeks and causing pain, but she felt that this was the most gentle hand in the world.

Before she got on the sedan chair, her father also wiped her tears like this, smiled, and said that let her live happily, he would keep her happy for the rest of her life.

But she got on the sedan chair, but they said goodbye to each other.

Han Youning knelt on the collapse and threw himself into his father's arms, hugging him tightly and crying.

Han Jun was a strong man, his eyes were moist, and his heart was soft.

He wrapped his arms around his daughter's back and patted them gently.

He hadn't coaxed his daughter, and he didn't know how to coax her.

only remembered how Aman coaxed his son more than ten years ago, and softened his voice and coaxed in a low voice, "Ning'er is good, Ning'er doesn't cry."

"Ning'er is good, Ning'er doesn't cry."

……

Zhao Chengyuan stood aside, pursed his thin lips, his phoenix eyes were gloomy, and he looked at the scene in front of him.

Zhao Chen looked at him with a smile, and saw disbelief and pain in his eyes as he wished.

"Zhaoping is actually the daughter of the Duke of Dingguo. Uncle Huang, this is really good news, isn't it?"

Zhao Chengyuan turned his head to look at Zhao Chen, his eyes cold.

"You already knew?"

Zhao Chen smiled, "I know more than Uncle Huang. Look at this time

, why did Yongping Hou want to destroy the door of the Chen family, does it make sense?"

Zhao Chengyuan has heard the rumors of "Phoenix Qiwu", and now the little girl is the eldest daughter of the princess of Dingguo, so isn't this destined phoenix her?

The wealth of the Yongping Marquis Mansion is not reliable after all, and the niece who got the life of the phoenix kept it for him, but there is an extra phoenix out of thin air, and it may be a real phoenix......

In other words, after the Marquis of Yongping went to Xiangping Mansion, he recognized Youning's identity.

But if you dig deeper, I'm afraid it will be Chen Man's death.

It is said that Chen Man died in the sea of fire, one corpse and two lives, how could he have an extra daughter?

Zhao Chengyuan said, "Now that the intention of the crime is there, the human and material evidence is there, and the prince will not punish Yongping Hou again, it should be doubtful."

Zhao Chen smiled, "Uncle Huang don't worry. Yongping Hou has no chance to escape."

He glanced at Han Rui and said with a smile, "Can Uncle Huang still be able to do as he pleases in the future?"

Zhao Chengyuan raised his eyes and saw that the little girl was in the arms of Dingguo Gong, full of dependence, crying and laughing.

He was silent.

Han Jun coaxed his daughter, and the little man in his arms hugged his waist and cried and laughed, calling "father" over and over again.

His cold and hard heart suddenly turned into a puddle of water in front of his squeamish and soft daughter.

He hadn't shed tears in front of anyone for more than ten years, but she drew tears out of her eyes.

He tilted his head back and forced back the tears. At the same time, I couldn't help but sigh that my daughter was really more well-behaved and clingy, and she was so intimate when she met for the first time.

His son, who has been in prison for 18 years, has never had such a deep feeling.

He also heard the conversation around him.

On the way back, he also went to Chen's Mansion, which was desolate. He also understood the case, and gritted his teeth with hatred for Yongping Hou.

Zhao Chen's words made him more and more suspicious of Chen Man's death.

He held Han Youning's shoulder, lowered his head and asked her, "Ning'er, how did you know your background?"

Han Youning sobbed, took the handkerchief handed over by Zhao Chengyuan, and wiped his tears.

Han Jun frowned and looked at the handkerchief, resisting the urge to take it and return it to King Jin. He glanced at the sleepy-eyed maid watching the play, and he had no eyesight.

"Mother Wu is the maid Qiushuang by her mother's side," Han Youning pointed to Ling'er, "that is, Ling'er's mother." That night, the thieves killed the Chen Mansion, and she told me that when my mother gave birth, I let her take it away, and secretly carried it back to Xiangping Mansion. Before he could say anything else, the thieves rushed in."

Han Jun retracted his dissatisfaction with the maid from the bottom of his heart.

In other words, after Aman gave birth to Ning'er, he stayed in Zhuangzi and was later buried in the fire. Why did she send the child away at the time? Why did the Chen family also hide this matter and cut off contact with him?

What he had heard was that You Ning had left the Chen Mansion ahead of time and had survived, but wasn't it?

Thinking that his daughter was almost poisoned by Yongping Hou, there was anger in his eyes.

He pressed the sword on his waist, "You go back to the palace with His Royal Highness the Prince, I want to go to the palace, the justice of the Chen family, for the father's will, ask the Marquis of Yongping to come back."