"That's right......" Chatai Dordun said calmly, and asked slowly, "Miss Du, let me ask you, do you remember when I left the palace the last night, I asked you a seemingly strange question?"

"It's about the strange incident of the 'disappearance and death of an official' that happened in Bianliang eight years ago......" Du Juan was expressionless and immediately agreed.

"yes, how do you remember it so clearly?" Chatai Dordun was also surprised by the cuckoo's reaction, and asked occasionally.

"Speaking of strange things, there was only that one that night, and I had a special thought about it last night, guessing that you were looking for me, mostly for this matter......" Du Juan seemed to be very spiritual, and opened his mouth to speak, "And it's not just the 'strange thing' in Bianliang, you specifically asked about my father's life that night, so I don't think it should be ......" While saying, Du Juan secretly looked forward to it in his heart, mentioning the events or truths related to his father, Du Juan can always be particularly sober.

"That's right, Miss Du, what you said is not bad at all, I came to you this time just to talk about this matter-" Chatai Dordun must have said very much, "Anyway, after you left that night, in order to investigate the 'strange thing' that happened in Bianliang eight years ago, I deliberately went to the palace library to look through the historical documents...... Among them, I also found an unexpected clue about your father......"

"Is it true?!——" Hearing this, the cuckoo immediately seemed to be a different person, and his expression was excited.

"Yes, isn't your father's name Du Changle?" asked Chatai Dordun a little calmly.

"It's indeed my father'......" Cuckoo stood up and asked with urgency, "Brother Dorton, you really found the clue about my father?——"

"Miss Du, don't get excited...... "Looking at the cuckoo who was like ashes just now, he suddenly became "excited", Chatai Dordun hurriedly eased up, "I found clues, but they are only scattered, and the key to this, I still have many things I want to ask you......"

"Ask me?" asked the cuckoo, a little stunned with excitement, pointing to himself with one hand.

"Yes......" Chatai Dorton nodded, seeing that the other party's emotions eased slightly, he continued to ask, "Although it may be a bit rude to ask such a question, I still want to know more about the truth about your father's death eight years ago, Miss Du......"

"My dad died eight years ago...... The truth?" mentioned his father's death again, and Du Juan inevitably felt heartache, but since it was Chatai Dordun who took the initiative to ask, Du Juan still mentioned the matter, "Eight years ago in Bianliang, that is, when I was ten years old, my father passed away...... Didn't you know about this from the beginning, Brother Dorton, and what else could there be ...... unknown truth?"

"And then?" said Tchattai Dorton, "what happened after that, or what happened to you, Miss Du?"

"What has happened ?......" Du Juan paused slightly, and then said slowly, "Before my father died, he instructed me to stay in Nangong's house as a maid, and then it was more than seven years in a flash......

"Is there no one else in the house?" asked Tchatai Dordun again.

"And the maid of the house, 'Lao Ding'......" Du Juan replied in a low voice, "After my father died, it was Lao Ding who sent me to Nangong's house, and then every year, he would take the time to come to Nangong's house to see me twice......"

"Look at your ?......" Hearing the name "Lao Ding", Chatai Dordun paused for a moment and asked tentatively, "Could it be that after you were sent to Nangong's house, that 'Lao Ding' was not with you?" Since your father had passed away at that time, if he was not young, where else could he run around alone......

"Of course he wasn't with me......" Du Juan shook his head and continued, "'Lao Ding' is not young, and after visiting me at Nangong's house in the first two years, he also passed away later. It is said that at that time, it was the Nangong family who personally buried him, and since then, I have been going to my father's grave every year to sweep the grave by myself......"

"Wait a minute...... The people of the Nangong family buried him?" Chatai Dordun heard a little "wrong" and asked in a loud voice, "Isn't this 'Lao Ding' your family's servant? Why is there such a big face, and the prominent Nangong family personally mourns him......

"I heard my father say before his death, Lao Ding had friends with the Nangong family before, and my father also had some political relations with the Nangong family for this reason, so before my father died, he looked at Lao Ding's face to sell me to the Nangong ......family smoothly," Du Juan replied only in a voice.

"That's ......" Chatai Dordun nodded a little in understanding, and whispered silently, "It seems that the identity of this old man is not simple......

Looking at Chatai Dordun's puzzled look, remembering that time in Kurong Town, he said the same thing to Sun Yun, Du Juan couldn't help but sigh: "You are the same as Brother Yun......"

"What?" Chatai Dordun asked without reacting for a moment.

"I said you're just as ...... as Brother Yun," Du Juan continued to reply, "When I first talked to Brother Yun about this, he also mentioned the matter of 'Lao Ding' a lot......

"Maybe the two of us, although we hate each other, have the same thoughts......" Chatai Dorton said suddenly with a flash of inspiration for some reason.

"By the way, you haven't told me yet......" After chatting for a long time about his "family affairs", remembering the purpose of his coming here, Cuckoo turned back to the topic and asked, "Didn't you say that you found a clue about my father?

Chatai Dordun changed his expression, with a hint of precaution in his doubts, and said in a cold voice: "I found a strange thing, about Miss Du and your father, you may not believe it when you say it...... The reason why I asked you so much about your 'family affairs' in the first place was to make sure ......"

"Weird? confirm, what the hell is going on—" The more cuckoo listened, the more confused he became, but the desire to know the answer grew.

"Your father, Du Changle, died eight years ago, there will be no false ......," Chatai Dordun said, pausing slightly, and then his eyes were determined, "but I found out that your father's handwriting five years ago ......"

"What ?!——" the cuckoo asked in surprise when he heard this, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

"Five years ago, that is, the year of the Dadu riots, my master and I led the imperial court to suppress the forces of the 'Canghuan Sect' and the 'Mingfu Sect'...... but after the victory, we found a secret document left over from the 'Canghuan Sect'" Chatai Dordun said coldly, "That document is the official seal on the salt tax, and the name of the official signed on it is Du Changle!"

"How is this possible? My dad ...... How could my father have a relationship with the people of the 'Canghuan Sect'?" Du Juan couldn't accept this "reality" for a while, and was surprised, "And my father has been dead for eight years, how can he still have handwriting five years ago...... Or is that the official seal was ......left by my father many years ago?"

"It can't be from many years ago, I remember that there was a time on it, but it couldn't be wrong five years ago!" said Chatai Dorton firmly, "unless ...... Someone with the same name as your father, and it happens to be a salt official in the imperial court, that's a different matter, but I don't think it's possible in this case......"

The cuckoo didn't speak, just bowed his head and meditated alone, as if he was uncertain, and he was not as emotional as he was just now, as if he realized something.

"If it doesn't work anymore, someone will fake your father's name and sign your father's name on that official seal...... After all, the evil deeds done by the 'Canghuan Sect' back then were intended to threaten the political of the imperial court, and they also did this kind of thing by pretending to be official documents signed by the imperial court's officials...... If I had kept that official document at the beginning, maybe you would have been able to tell if it was true or not, if you had seen the handwriting...... "Chatai Dordun continued to speculate.

"I don't think it should be ......" However, Du Juan retracted his excitement just now, and gradually showed a calm expression and said, "My father was in Bianliang at the time, but he was an inconspicuous petty official, and the salt official system was abolished a long time ago, and his 'official position' was just a nominal name, not to mention that our family was very poor, and there were no connections in the official government...... If that seal really has my father's name on it, and that he is a salt official, then it can't be wrong—"

"According to Miss Du, you are very sure of what you say......" Chatai Dordu's eyes froze, and he asked slowly, "But your father passed away eight years ago, and he still has handwriting five years ago, how can this be explained......" Chatai Dordun said more and more, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"There is another possibility......" The cuckoo froze, and suddenly said coldly, "My father and him...... Still alive!"

"What?" Hearing Cuckoo's words, Tatedoldun couldn't help but be surprised, "You say that...... Is there any basis for this?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure......" Cuckoo shook his head, but his mind was back to his time in Kurong Town......

(in recall)......

On the night after monitoring the eyeliner of the "Canghuan Sect", Du Juan told Sun Yun and Qi Xueyin about his experience during the day......

"Juan'er, you...... Do you really see it clearly?" Sure enough, Sun Yun looked very incredible, and couldn't help but ask on the side, "It's just that you're secretly monitoring for a while, how can you ...... Can you see it so clearly?Or do you know this person......" Looking at Du Juan's strange expression and words, Sun Yun also seemed to sense "something is wrong", and his tone became more and more cautious.

"Hmm......" The cuckoo nodded slowly, and it took a long time before he silently spoke, and said something unbelievable, "That person...... It's my dad......"

Hearing this, Sun Yun and Qi Xueyin were shocked, like a thunderbolt from the sky, especially Sun Yun.

"How can this be ?!——" Sure enough, Sun Yun showed a surprised expression that he had never seen before, and said in shock, "Didn't you say that your father was ...... as early as when you were ten years old" However, just halfway through speaking, Sun Yun realized that something was wrong with his words, and immediately stopped abruptly.

The cuckoo, on the other hand, was even more melancholy, with his head bowed as if he was full of despair for everything.

"I'm sorry, Juan'er, I shouldn't have said that......" Sun Yun paused for a moment, calmed down his emotions a little, and asked with a serious expression, "But your father died when you were ten years old, so he can't be here......"

"I know...... I know ......" Cuckoo still said while crying bitterly, "but it's really like, it's really too similar, his face is obviously what my father looked like before he died......" Cuckoo seems to be still immersed in the junction of virtual dreams and reality, wanting to wake up from dreams, but not daring to face the cruel reality.

"Sister, you told me about your father......" Hearing this, Qi Xueyin finally understood the reason why Du Juan would react strangely this afternoon, he was also a young man who lost his father, and he could understand the pain in Du Juan's heart, so he also said in a comforting tone, "But people can't be resurrected after death, even if that person really looks like your father, it can't be ......"

"And your father died in Bianliang, even if you have brothers who look alike, there is no reason to appear here in Dadu and have a relationship with the people of the 'Canghuan Sect'......" Sun Yun continued to whisper.

"But I'm really not mistaken, that guy really ...... It's too similar to my father......" The cuckoo didn't seem to want to wake up from the so-called "dream", and continued to sob, "The same eyes, the same face, even the way he walks......"

(In reality)......

"Five years ago, I got involved with the people of the 'Canghuan Sect', and I met it again in Kurong Town not long ago, and it is also related to the 'Canghuan Sect' - it looks so similar, it can't be a coincidence......" Thinking of this, Du Juan no longer lost control of his emotions like when he was in Kurong Town, but became very calm, and secretly thought, "Is it possible, that person...... Is it really my dad? He's really alive......."

"It is impossible for a person who has passed away to live again no matter what...... "since you saw your father pass away eight years ago, ......"

"I didn't see it with my own eyes—" But before Chatai Dorton could finish speaking, Cuckoo interrupted suddenly.

"What did you say?" Sadaidon couldn't help but look surprised when he heard this.

"I saw my father's death with my own eyes, but I didn't bury him personally-" Du Juan must have said, "Eight years ago, before my father's body was buried, Lao Ding sent me to Nangong's house, and later the location of my father's grave was also the ...... that Lao Ding told me to take me there in the first two years."

"You mean...... You didn't bury your father?" said Tchatsea Dordon, as if realizing something.

"Yes, I just watched him die, but I didn't mourn him personally......" Du Juan said bitterly.

"So, you were too young to understand anything, and you didn't know ......that your father was 'feigning death' when he closed his eyes in front of you," Chatai Dorton muttered to himself, "If that's the case, maybe there is some purpose, he wants to create the illusion that he is dying, and then he doesn't want your daughter to know about it...... That's why he sent you to the Nangong family before he 'died', maybe there is an ulterior secret behind this purpose, and I don't want you to be involved when you are still young......"

"What are you talking about, Brother Dorton?" After listening to Chatai Dorton's reasoning, Cuckoo couldn't help but look stunned, as if the renewed hope had risen again......