Chapter 1 — Eighteen Years of Searching for the Princess

The Emperor and I have been looking for the royal child who was lost outside because of the war for many years, and we finally waited for someone to come and remove the royal plaque. However, as soon as that person stepped onto the throne, I only glanced once and then shook my head in disappointment. "It's not him. He's not my royal son." The Emperor didn't understand: "But look, his nose is so similar to yours, his eyes are so similar to mine." The civil servants and officials all echoed in unison, saying that that person was no different than a copy of the Emperor in his youth. That man even took out the jade pendant I had lost for many years, tears streaming down his face. "Mother, this is the thing you personally stuffed into my diaper in the past, have you forgotten?" Seeing the token, my eyes became even colder. Fabulous. I really want to find the prince again. But in the past, people were clearly born as a female. …… That day, during the court session, the eunuch outside the palace raised his voice and announced: "Tran Tu An, from Gian Chau, claiming to be of royal blood, asking to see your Majesty!" The civil and military officials immediately made an uproar. The Emperor jumped up from the dragon chair, his voice trembling: "Tuyen! Quickly come in!" I sat on the phoenix chair next to him, my fingers unconsciously tightening the armrest. Eighteen years. It's been eighteen years. That year, the war was fierce. Less than three days after I gave birth, the enemy cavalry broke through the defense line. The nanny hugged the child and took advantage of the chaos to escape, and from then on there was no trace. The Emperor and I searched all over the world, posted countless royal signs, but never received any news. Today, someone finally came to remove the royal board. The door was wide open, the sunlight was dazzling. A silhouette against the light walked in, step by steady step. I held my breath, staring at him. Only when he came closer did I see his face clearly. The little bit of anticipation in my heart immediately cooled more than half. Not. He is not my child. I shook my head in disappointment, my voice so low that only I and the Emperor could hear. "It's not him." The Emperor didn't hear clearly, he turned his head to look at me, his eyes full of expectation. "What did you say?" The man knelt down to bow. "The commoner Tran T. Tu An, see the Emperor, see the Queen." The Emperor was so excited that even the word "calm" stuttered. However, I just quietly looked at that man, not speaking. Obviously the Emperor did not notice my abnormality. The person stepped down from the dragon chair, personally helped the other man up, looked at him from top to bottom, his eyes almost glowing. "Like, really too similar!" He turned around and called out to me: "Queen, come and see! Look at his nose, how much like her, his eyes are so similar to mine!" The civil servants also chimed in: "Indeed, these eyebrows and eyes are exactly like your Majesty!" "We have seen your Majesty's portrait before." When I was a teenager, the young master in front of me really seemed to be carved from the same mold! That man seemed to sense my coldness. He raised his head, his eyes were red, and began to untie the hem of his shirt. "Mother, the piece of jade pendant you personally stuffed into my diaper in the past, I always carry it close to me." He took out a soft piece of white jade from his inner layer, and offered it up with both hands. That piece of jade, I recognize it. That was the thing before giving birth that I specially ordered someone to carve. One side is engraved with a wall and clouds, the other side is engraved with the Tham family's family crest. That year, I personally stuffed it into the child's diaper. The eunuch offered the jade. I took it, my fingertips touched the familiar lines on the jade surface, my heart felt like something was squeezing me. It's real. This piece of jade is real.

But what does that prove? Gems can be stolen, robbed, or picked up. My eyes once again fell on that man, becoming colder and colder. "Mother..." The man choked up, kneeling a few steps forward. "I know you don't believe me. I also know that just relying on a piece of jade cannot prove anything." "But I... I have longed for you for eighteen years!" He slammed his head on the ground, his forehead hitting the yellow tile. A "pop" sound rang out, shocking everyone's hearts. In the row of officials, someone began to wipe away their tears. "How pitiful..." "Your Highness, look at his appearance, it doesn't look like a fake." "He's been wandering outside for eighteen years, now he's finally returned. Please accept His Highness." The Emperor also returned to my side, lowering his voice to advise: "Uyen Uyen, look carefully, it really looks very similar." "The more I look at it, the more I see the resemblance. This is our royal child." I inhaled. Take a deep breath and then stand up. The palace was immediately silent. I walked step by step in front of that man, looking down at him from above. He raised his head, tears flowing down his cheeks, his eyes filled with affection for his mother. I bent down and carefully observed him. From the eyebrow bone to the bridge of the nose, from the bridge of the nose to the lips, then from the lips to the lobe of the ear. Very similar indeed. After that, I stood up straight, returned to the phoenix lean-to and sat down. "He is not." My voice was not loud, but every word was clearly transmitted throughout the main hall. "He absolutely cannot be the royal child of this palace." The palace immediately became noisy. The emperor was stunned: "Queen, you..." The other man was also startled, kneeling two steps forward, his voice carrying a cry. "Mother, my son is really your child! If you don't believe me, I can tell you many more stories!" He wiped his tears and hastily said: "The thing your mother likes to eat the most is cinnamon flower cake." "The mother is afraid of the cold, in the winter she has to hold the heater in her hand to be able to sleep." "Also... on my wrist." There is a scar on the mother's left side, left from practicing swords as a child..." He spoke quickly and urgently. Every single thing is correct. The palace was once again in an uproar. "Even private matters like this are known, how could it be fake?" "It seems that this young master is indeed His Royal Highness the Prince!" "Why does the Queen still refuse to accept it? Could it be..." The Emperor also frowned: "The Queen, if you weren't the closest person to these things, you absolutely wouldn't know." "You... you should think again." I coldly looked at the young man, my eyes cold. That guy, his eyes are as sharp as a knife. It seems that the Emperor and his ministers have forgotten that I was only with the child for less than three days. How could he know so much about me? Unless these things were intentionally asked by him. In a crowded palace, there are many complicated people. People who have the heart to investigate will naturally find a way to investigate. I was about to open my mouth when an old voice suddenly came from outside the palace. "This old slave can testify for this young master." Everyone's eyes turned towards the palace door. A ghost with white hair, leaning on a cane, walked in trembling. I suddenly stood up. Van ma ma. In the past, my mother delivered my baby. After I gave birth, she was always there to take care of me until my confinement period ended. After that, we let her return home to retire. It's been ten years since we've seen each other again. Why did she appear here? Mother Van went into the palace, knelt down to pay her respects. "The old slave saw the Emperor, saw the Queen." The Emperor was also somewhat surprised: "Mother Van? Why did you come here?" Mother Van raised her head, old tears streaming down her face. "Your Majesty, Your Highness, the old slave came to repay the debt from eighteen years ago." She turned her head to look.

The other man's eyes were full of love and guilt. "This young master is truly the royal son the princess gave birth to." "That year, it was the old slave who delivered the baby, and it was also the old slave who took the child away..." "You talk nonsense!" I interrupted her with a stern voice. Mother Van did not move at all, continuing to say: "After giving birth, the lady's body was weak and she was in a coma for a long time." "After waking up, the old slave told him that the little prince had been taken away, and he did not ask much." She choked up: "When the little prince was born, behind his right ear there was a mole as small as a grain of rice." "The old slave remembers clearly." The young man immediately tilted his head, revealing the back of his ear. right. Indeed. There is a mole. The commotion in the palace became even louder. "Oh my god, even the birthmark is the same!" "This is already a sure thing!" The Emperor was so excited that his hands shook, he took two steps forward to support the other man. I immediately grabbed her sleeve. "Queen!" The Emperor turned to look at me, anger flashing in his eyes. I didn't pay attention to anyone, walked straight in front of Mother Van, looking down at her from above. "Mother Van, this palace asks you, are you old enough to be confused?" Mother Van raised her head, her eyes were calm and steadfast. "Lady, this old slave is not confused. Every word he said is true." She turned to the other man again. The two looked at each other, but at the same time they shed tears. The other man rushed forward and hugged Ma Ma's legs. "Mom, are you the same mama who saved me in the past? How hard it is for me to find someone!" Ma Ma also cried, hugging his head. "Child, it's my fault for you, making you wander outside for so many years..." The two hugged each other and cried loudly. No one in the palace was moved by martial arts and martial arts officials, some even secretly wiped away their tears. I stood nearby and looked at that scene, only to feel extremely absurd. Waiting for their cries to gradually subside, I coldly spoke up: "Is the show over yet?" The man raised his head, his eyes filled with tears, looking at me. "Mother... why do you insist on not believing? In the end, what bad thing did my son do?" The Emperor finally couldn't hold back and shouted at me in a low voice: "Queen! What exactly do you want to accept it?" "Witnesses and evidence are all there, even the birthmark matches!" "You have it!" right... do you have something else on your mind?" The last sentence was like a da.a.o. I understand people too well. People are doubting me. I suspect that I intentionally did not accept this "prince" because I had my own agenda. I took a deep breath, suppressing the rising anger. Just as he was about to speak, the other man tried to speak first: "Please, Your Majesty, please calm down, please calm down your anger." "I... I have a way to prove my identity." He raised his head, his eyes were straight. "I wish to have your majesty and your mother drip blood to test the body." As soon as these words were said, the palace was boiling again. "Proactively suggesting to drip blood to test the body, what else is suspicious?" "If it's not a real bloodline, who would dare to perform the magic?" This test?" "This time, the Queen should believe it?" The Emperor nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay! Where are you, prepare clean water!" I opened my mouth, I still wanted to say something but was stopped by the Emperor. "Queen, you just let it test." "If the test is not true, I will personally behead it!" I looked at the Emperor's eyes red with excitement, and finally swallowed the words in my mouth and returned. Okay. Experience is experience. Anyway, fake is still fake. The eunuch quickly brought a bowl of clean water. The man without hesitation bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood inside. The Emperor also bit his finger, dripping blood. Everyone's eyes were focused on the bowl of water.