Xuan Ying looked at Xia Ling, “Madam, why are you pulling me? How could this Zhou Yu Die so easily? I feel that there must be something fishy going on. I want to ask Yingluo what exactly happened in the southern land during this period of time. How did Zhou Yu Die? where is his corpse buried now?”
Xia Ling looked at Xuan Ying with blame. “Since Yingluo said that Zhou Yu is dead, then he must be dead. Why are you asking so many questions?”
“But...”
“There aren’t so many buts. Whatever Yingluo says is true. Yingluo said that Zhou Yu is dead. As his father, do you still want to find out that Zhou Yu is not dead?”Xia Ling asked back.
Xuan Ying froze and suddenly understood something. He lowered his voice and said, “Madam, do you know something? Is it that Zhou Yu isn’t dead and Yingluo is lying? But why would yingluo lie?”
Xia Ling looked at her husband speechlessly. Xuan Ying’s mind was in a straight line, unable to turn around, “I don’t know anything, but don’t you understand your own daughter? She said that if Zhou Yu is dead, he is dead. In the future, Zhou Yu will not be resurrected. As a father, you should support your daughter with all your strength.”
With that, Xia Ling went upstairs and left Xuan Ying here to think things through.
Xuan Yingluo knew that she could not hide it from her mother. “Mommy, I’ve thought about the consequences.”
Xia Ling sighed, “Now it seems that you and that Zhou Yu really have a bad relationship. I see that your son, little seventh young master, is getting older and older. However, the last time outside the northern King’s mansion, Zhou Yu was somewhat sincere towards you. This time in the southern land, did something happen between the two of you?”
Xuan Yingluo shook her head. “I’m entangled with him, and I can’t tell who’s right and who’s wrong. This time, when he let me return to the capital, I’ll sever all ties with him. We won’t be involved in the future.”
“It’s easy to settle this score. What I’m most afraid of is not being able to settle my own heart,”Xia Ling said slowly.
Xuan Yingluo lowered her slender feathers.
Xia Ling knew that her daughter was not willing to talk about this topic. She reached out and caressed the scar on Xuan Yingluo’s face, “How can this small scar ruin my daughter’s appearance? I have a unique method. I’ll start treating your body and skin tomorrow. I guarantee that this scar will disappear without a trace, and your skin will be even better than before.”
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