WhenMurong Jingxuan saw Qingyan's attitude, Murong Jingxuan already knew who the young man standing beside Xuanyuan Yvzhen was. He assumed that the young man must be her son, who she had been thinking of day and night.
But he didn't expect that they would meet again in such a way, especially when he was standing next to Xuanyuan Yvzhen.
Weisheng Yvning in front of him was around fifteen years old, but he looked at the same age as Xuanyuan Yvzhen. He could imagine how many hardships he had suffered in the past five years.
In other words, the death of Qilian Qingyan was a heavy blow to him. It was much more important than the time when he left his mother.
Weisheng Yvning was also slightly stunned when she looked at Qingyan. The moment he saw the young woman in front of him, he felt the girl was familiar to him. He looked at Xuanyuan Yvzhen and said with a smile, "Uncle, don't you introduce your friends to me?"
Hearing Weisheng Yvning's words, Xuanyuan Yvzhen smiled and said, "this is Junzhu Leyi whom my mother mentioned to you, and this is Shizi. You should be very familiar with them."
Weisheng Yvning looked at them and said with a smile, ''I'm Weisheng Yvning. It's nice to meet you both.''
When Qingyan saw this, she clenched her fists and struck her fingernails into her palms. At this moment, she must behave herself, even if the boy in front of her was her son, but after all, he was Qilian Qingyan's son, not Su Qingyan.
"Oh, so you are the Crown Prince of the Nanchen Kingdom." Looking at Weisheng Yvning, Murong Jingxuan said with a smile, "my mother and your mother are best friends. You should also know that."
Looking at Murong Jingxuan, Weisheng Yvning nodded slightly. "Yes, mother always mentions your mother to us."
Then, Murong Jingxuan led them to their seats and said, "Yvzhen, why didn't you tell me that you were here?" As he spoke, he glanced at Xuanyuan Yvzhen who was beside him.
"Jingxuan, it's all my fault. I didn't expect to see Qingyan here." Xuanyuan Yvzhen stared at the dress of Qingyan and asked, "what's wrong? Does she wear men's clothing?"
Qingyan looked at Xuanyuan Yvzhen and explained, "I have been to an interesting place." At this moment, Qingyan had already adjusted her emotions. She looked at Weisheng Yvning and said with a smile, "my name is Su Qingyan. Nice to meet you, Crown Prince."
Weisheng Yvning looked at the girl in front of him and shook his hand helplessly. "What do you mean by 'the Crown Prince'? My mother has passed away for five years. I, the Crown Prince, is not valid in name."
Qingyan could still feel his hatred and helplessness, the strong desire to avenge her mother.
"You can call me Yvning, just like my uncle." Weisheng Yvning looked at Qingyan and said gently, "it's not appropriate for me to reveal my whereabouts when I came to the Donghe Kingdom."
"Of course," Qingyan nodded earnestly as she looked at tWeisheng Yvning.
Xuanyuan Yvzhen frowned as he looked at the interaction between the two people. He had never seen Qingyan lost control before, but when she saw Weisheng Yvning, she was in a mess.
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