She recognized his father

  A small jade face was covered with black and yellow patches, looking like a little flower-spotted dog.

  Hua Yu Yan was afraid to use force to wipe her son's face, fearing he would cry out in pain again. She didn't dare to wipe anymore and narrowed her eyes, asking Lu Cui who accompanied the young master to the toilet: "What is this thing on the young master's face?"

  Lu Cui shook her head and said she didn't know. She was waiting in the toilet, waiting for Young Master to come out, and his face became like this.

  Has the boy fallen into the toilet?

  Huayu Xuan smelled it, and it didn't smell like a latrine, but rather had a faint medicinal fragrance and bitterness. She was hesitant in her heart, and the small eyes that were cast downward revealed some caution. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she smiled and said, "Alright, we'll talk about it when the time comes."

  Li Dongyun let out a long sigh in his heart. If Hua Xiyan continued to be so stubborn, he might really have blown it. Not that he would blow it in front of Hua Xiyan, but because that person had arrived.

  That person... a complex and cool glint flashed across his delicate eyes.

  The gossipy women sitting around them started discussing again, saying that Su Qing was the princess of the Western True Tribe, one of the nine major divine tribes. However, since the Western True Tribe followed a matriarchal system, Su Qing, as the eldest daughter of the Western True Tribe's empress, naturally became the first in line to inherit the throne. Due to the high status of the Western True Tribe, Su Qing's position was even higher than that of the Crown Prince of the White Chang Nation.

  "It's said that there may be hardly anyone in this world who can become the husband of Xi Zhen."

  This statement is not an exaggeration. Firstly, they are the descendants of the gods, and whoever marries the Western True Empress will be equivalent to obtaining half of the Western True Clan. This is a rule that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day, regarding the marriage contracts between the nine major god clans' imperial thrones, which cannot be changed. The same applies to all nine major god clans.

  "The man who can marry Su Qinger is a lucky one, she is both beautiful and virtuous."

  A virtuous and beautiful woman? Hua Xiyan's eyebrows jumped up, and she couldn't help but rub her forehead. She always felt that the two words "virtuous" seemed to be quite mismatched with this lady. With such a high status, having no schemes at all was absolutely impossible, Hua Xiyan believed.

  But what's the relationship between this woman and her? Even if Prince Xianwang really wanted to marry this woman, it has nothing to do with Hua Xiyan. Moreover, according to these people, it is difficult for Xianwang to marry Su Qingniang, who is as hard to reach as the sky. In terms of wealth, power, and status, he cannot be compared to the other men mentioned by the gossipy women.

  "Yun Zongzhu is indeed still unmarried and might be the most valuable noble bachelor in this world."

  Who is Yun Zong? Hua Xiyan suddenly felt that this surname was familiar, and her eyelids kept twitching.

  "Yun Jia is a descendant of the nine major divine tribes, although he has not established a country, but only a vassal state. However, they have been in contact with the Dongling imperial family for generations. It is said that the relationship between Yun Zong and Emperor Dongling is extremely close."

  "It's said that they're close? What a joke. The relationship between the Yun family and Dongling country is far more than just being close. This isn't idle chatter, who doesn't know that the marriage of the Yun sect master was entrusted to the empress dowager of Dongling by the Yun sect master's parents before their death? So what's puzzling is why the empress dowager still hasn't arranged a marriage for the Yun sect master?"

  "Who's in charge?"

  "Need I say more?"

  The person who answered hesitated and evaded, causing the four sisters of the Liu family to turn serious.

  It was only later that Hua Yuye learned from Chen Niangniang that her several step-sisters had ambitions far beyond the range of Xian Wang. Perhaps because Hua Shu'er had already become a candidate for the crown prince's consort, she couldn't choose, and it wasn't strange that her other step-sisters set their sights higher than Hua Shu'er. Since this Yun certain person was said to be the most valuable single man in the world, it would be a pity if he didn't enter into the sights of the several Misses Hua.

  Some people just like to take a stab at something they can't have.

  By the way, what's the specific name of this certain Mr. Yun?

  "Yun Zongzhu was a rare talent in the world, who lost his father at an early age and took over as the leader of the Yun clan. Under his rule, the Yun clan prospered and flourished, comparable to the golden age in history. It is no wonder that his imperial father gave him the name - all the prosperity and glory are but dust in the clouds."

  Huayan's mind was reeling, and she asked aloud in surprise: "Is this Cloud Sect Master called Farn Hua Fu Shi?"

  The rest of the flower sisters rolled their eyes, and Hua Yueyu hummed to the fourth sister: "Don't talk if you don't understand, it's ridiculous. Who doesn't know about Yun Chenjing under the sky?"

  Pfft.

  Hua Yu Yan choked on a mouthful of tea water in her throat.

  There really is someone who doesn't know. That's her, who crossed over into this world.

  A certain man in the countryside woods had a lingering voice: A humble person's surname remains unchanged, his name is Yún Chén Jǐng.

  The blue veins on her forehead throbbed violently, so it seemed that the one who had intercepted her and her son in the forest that day was Yun Zong's master, and the other one who looked even more powerful and declared to put her and her son in jail, could it be...

  Uh-uh-uh.

  "No matter what, the Empress Dowager of Dongling is now not only in charge of Yunzong's marriage, but also her own son, Emperor Dongling, who has been reluctant to establish a queen for a long time, which is enough to worry the empress dowager."

  Huā yù yán gāng zhù é jiǎo tóu téng, bù yì wài, nà tiān néng suàn tā shì zhè bèi zi zuì dào méi de yī tiān, jié nǎ liàng chē bù hǎo, piān piān qù jié cuò dào tiān dǐ xià shēn jià zuì gāo de huáng jīn dān shēn hàn hé guān fū shēn shàng. Jì zhù, yào yuǎn lí zhè liǎng wèi wéi xiǎn de míng rén.

  "Mumu." Hua Yuexuan whispered to her son, "You just heard it, from now on, if you meet these two people, avoid them as much as possible and run away as far as you can."

  Her small eyes blinked slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed at the bottom: She knew his father?

  Looking at her son's puzzled expression, she thought to herself, "Ah, my silly son." Huajiu Yan hugged her son and whispered in his ear, "Have you forgotten? It was the time when Mom took you on a wrong ride, those two people were there too."

  Her small mouth opened slightly, and she quickly covered it with her two small hands, nodding vigorously at her. The smile in the bottom of her eyes was barely suppressed. It turned out that she had met his father before.

  Dianyi announced the start of Tianwu Enlightenment Ceremony.

  Twelve warriors carried a heavy bronze tripod weighing over 100 kilograms and placed it in the center of the field. The children invited to participate in the assessment from various families walked out of the crowd, surrounded the tripod, forming a dense array of more than a dozen circles. It is estimated that hundreds of children participated.

  Huā Yùyán let her son go out and line up, and then reminded him again: Don't force it.

  "Little Wooden" nodded at her with a smile and pointed his chin downwards.

  The son has become more stable, walking at a pace that is neither fast nor slow. While other children are scrambling to occupy the front position, he quietly stands alone in the most inconspicuous corner. This demeanor of not competing with others has made many people's eyes light up.

  Qingxiang Emperor stroked his dragon beard, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and asked Dian Yi: "Whose child is this?"

  The dragon's face is far away, "Little Wooden" has a small face, black and yellow intersecting, dirty and unclear which family's true appearance it belongs to.

  Dian Yi looked at him and didn't recognize him either, only knowing that the child was quite dirty, and didn't know which adult had brought him out, losing face. He furrowed his brow and replied: "I don't know, maybe it's some official who just arrived in the capital and doesn't understand the rules."

  Qingxiang Emperor glanced at Dian Yi faintly. The Crown Prince Xianwang, who was behind Qingxiang Emperor, had a profound and mysterious gaze, staring at the dirty "Little Mu Mu".

  As soon as Emperor Qingxiang asked this, even the empress and other princes and princesses looked over. Su'e Niangniang, who was holding a teacup with her slender hand, slightly raised an eyebrow, and her deep, mysterious eyes seemed to unintentionally sweep past "Little Wooden" Xiao Yan for a moment, her eyebrows faintly rippling with a hint of doubt.