Who is that person? What does it have to do with Tianxuan Palace? Why did Yu Zhouwan come all the way to see her? Zhuang Mengdie felt strange in her heart, but the answer was right in front of her, so she didn't need to ask more, nodded at Yu Zhouwan, and said "Okay".

With Zhuang Mengdie's promise, Yu Zhouwan stretched out his hand and reached out on the edge of the smooth stone wall, the mechanism was activated, and the smooth stone wall door slowly opened.

Yu Zhouwan and Zhuang Mengdie entered the stone room that appeared in front of them one after the other, and after the two entered, the stone wall door slowly closed behind Zhuang Mengdie again.

After entering the stone room, the corridor is no longer as wide and bright as just now, but only allows one person to pass through. The candles on the stone wall were not as bright as outside, spitting faint flames, and the faint fragrance of burning grease spread out in the narrow corridors.

After walking through the narrow and winding road, the eyes are open again, but there are no beautiful stalactites, only dark stone caves under the dim lights. There was a slate bed in the cave, and next to the slate bed was a stone bench and a stone table, and an old man with long hair and a thin body was sitting at the stone table, sewing a worn robe with a needle and thread.

Hearing the footsteps, the old man stopped his needlework and got up to meet him.

Only then did Zhuang Mengdie realize that the old man's eyes were empty, and his two eyes did not blink. It turned out to be a blind man, and it was no wonder that he could still sew and mend his robes in such a dim light.

Zhuang Mengdie looked the old man up and down, could it be that Yu Zhouwan brought her to see this old man? Zhuang Mengdie was suspicious in her heart.

"Qi Bo, is the person inside okay?" Just when Zhuang Mengdie was secretly wondering what the identity of this old man was, he heard Yu Zhouwan ask the old man.

The old man nodded in the direction from which Yu Zhouwan's voice came from, and could only make a few hoarse monotones with difficulty in his mouth. Zhuang Mengdie looked at the old man, and couldn't help but show a trace of pity in his eyes, this old man was not only blind, but also mute.

Seeing the old man nodding, Yu Zhouwan walked to the side of the stone bed, stretched out and touched an inconspicuous raised gravel, and a secret door sounded with the sound of the machine, slowly opening in front of Zhuang Mengdie.

Zhuang Mengdie looked towards the open stone door, only to see the dim candlelight flowing out behind the stone door, it turned out that the person Yu Zhouwan took her to see was locked in the dim stone room.

"Come in, the person you see is inside. Yu Zhouwan said and took the lead in entering the dim stone room.

Zhuang Mengdie followed closely and walked into the stone room, only to see that although the light in the small stone room was dim, it did not give people a sense of darkness, but a warm feeling.

The stone room was cleaned, and a thin man in plain clothes was sitting with his back to them, holding a pen in one hand and a wide sleeve in the other, as if he was writing something earnestly.

Hearing the footsteps, the man turned slowly, a little cinnabar red like weeping blood between his eyebrows, and his pale complexion that had not seen sunlight for many years was even more stunning. Even though he is middle-aged and dressed in white-washed plain clothes, he is still gorgeous, which makes people imagine how peerless he was when he was young.

The brush and ink in the man's hand dripped a drop on the floor along the tip of the pen, obviously, the arrival of Yu Zhouwan and Zhuang Mengdie interrupted his writing, he looked at Zhuang Mengdie and Yu Zhouwan standing not far from the stone gate, and his eyes as clear as crystal gradually revealed a trace of confusion and confusion.

"Who are you?" his gentle voice showed a hint of surprise.

However, it was not only him who was surprised, Zhuang Mengdie was even more surprised than him, even if he had never met, but Zhuang Mengdie still recognized him, no wonder Empress Zhuang reached out to touch her face before she died, and whispered "Yuanqing", it turned out that she and him were so similar.

The cinnabar mole between the eyebrows that is as red as crying blood, and the eyes that are as clear as crystal......

Zhuang Mengdie finally understood why Yu Zhouwan took her here thousands of miles away, saying that he wanted her to meet someone, it turned out that this man who had turned white on his temples was her biological father - Xiao Yuanqing.

Zhuang Mengdie looked at Xiao Yuanqing in a daze, and didn't know how she should react for a while, she promised Yu Zhouwan that she would not tell him who she was, nor would she talk about the Tianxuan Palace. But even without this layer, she can't call the word "father".

The father and daughter finally reunited, which should have been a joyful thing, but this was not the case for Zhuang Mengdie. Xiao Yuanqing gave her life, but it also brought her pain and ruined her life.

She didn't know how to face this father who never existed in her memory, and she didn't know how to resolve the contradictions in her heart over the years.

When they were young, Zhuang Fuyao and Zhuang Feiyu both had fathers, but she didn't, she only had a mother. But her mother has never given her a trace of warmth.

She was puzzled, she was unwilling, no matter how much she flattered, she couldn't get a smile from the mother emperor. No, not even a perfunctory smile has ever been had.

Later, she learned the secret of her life experience, and she realized that no matter what she did, the mother would not like her. She hated Empress Zhuang, but she hated her father even more. But whether it is the hatred of Empress Zhuang or the hatred of Xiao Yuanqing, it has always been pure hatred, but it contains this feeling, this kind of love-hate entanglement makes her contradictory and makes her painful.

She had thought many times that if her father were still alive, she would ask him aloud why he had brought her into this world and made her suffer so much. But now when her father appeared in front of her alive, she couldn't reveal her identity, and even if she could, she didn't want to ask anymore.

Now, it's too late to say anything, what has happened won't change because of what she's doing now, and she, in her lifetime, can still see her father with her own eyes, maybe God has taken pity on her.

Her life is painful and short, there is no father's love, no mother's love, the only warmth in her life comes from her second emperor brother Zhuang Feiyu, however, what she brings to him is only sadness, pain, despair and hatred.

After the Yulong River, it is the border of Tianshu Kingdom, maybe in this life, she will never see Zhuang Feiyu again, this may be God's greed to punish her.

Zhuang Mengdie recalled the day of Empress Zhuang's funeral, on the way back to the imperial city, she and Zhuang Feiyu leaned side by side on the trunk of the tree, at that time, if she could leave everything behind and leave the imperial city with Zhuang Feiyu to return to the rivers and lakes, maybe everything would be different.

Zhuang Feiyu let go of everything for her, but she couldn't let go, it was her single-mindedness that created the later situation, no matter how much she planned and remedied it afterwards, she couldn't go back to the past......

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