The mother and daughter both opened their mouths, not knowing what to say.
He had disappeared for twenty-four years; he wasn't dead, nor injured. He had many opportunities to return to the palace to recognize his relatives, but he didn't.
The only two times he thought about returning to the palace were once when he was ambushed in Huzhou, and now, when he sensed the crisis lurking in Great Zhou.
So close by were his biological parents who had been searching bitterly for him for twenty-four years, yet he...
Fu Zhen calmed her emotions: "I heard that those who attacked you at Huzhou Pier were from Dayue as well. Who are these people?"
"They're Duan Ruo's people," Yang Yi replied, "For so many years, they've always wanted to capture me."
"Did they know your identity from the beginning?"
Yang Yi glanced at her: "Yes."
Fu Zhen's face turned solemn: "Did they find out the night you left Huzhou?"
Yang Yi averted his gaze, after a while nodded: "You're not wrong in your guess."
