Princess, be nice

Chapter 508 Strange Language Wants to See You

"What discovery?" Yuan Changhuan stopped, and turned to look at Qingwan.

She has been taking care of Chu Qie recently, so it is self-evident what she said she found and what she found.

Dai Mei was frivolous, and added another sentence, "Did something happen to Chu Qi?"

After panting, Qing Wan finally calmed down and nodded, "That's right, it's Chu Xie, this slave heard him!"

"He's not dumb, of course he can speak."

"But what he said is not our language." Qingwan once heard the old princess speak Nanman dialect, which is in tune with what Chu Xie said in his sleep.

"Speak clearly." Yuan Changhuan immediately sensed something was wrong, and asked quickly, frowning slightly.

Qingwan told Yuan Changhuan exactly what happened just now, "Just now when the slave girl was carrying water into the room, she heard a strange sound on the bed, so she went closer and saw that it was Chu Xi talking in her sleep."

"Listen carefully, servant girl, he is speaking in the tone of Nanman dialect."

Then Qing Wan repeated what Chu Qi had just said.

"Nanman?" Yuan Changhuan thought for a moment, Nanman and here are separated by mountains and seas.

this kid...

How can you speak Nanman dialect?

Also, what does this mean.

"Do you know what he meant?"

Yuan Changhuan looked at Qing Wan and asked in a low voice.

Qingwan shook her head, "I don't know."

She heard this Nanman dialect from a military adviser next to the old prince when she was young, and it was because of the strange tone that she remembered it until now.

"What he said was, Father, I miss you and want to see you."

Zhetian, who was as stable as Mount Tai, spoke suddenly.

"Ok?"

Both master and servant looked at Zhetian in unison.

Looking at Zhetian, he couldn't keep his expression on his face, coughed lightly, "Why are you looking at your subordinates like this?"

"Do you speak Southern dialect?"

Yuan Changhuan raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Just a little bit." Zhetian replied sincerely, "As the personal bodyguard of the son, of course I know a little bit about everything."

"Tsk..." Yuan Changhuan clicked his tongue, no wonder Xie Ci despised Ye Yuan and wanted to send Ye Yuan to training.

Compared with Zhetian, Yeyuan is indeed an unqualified dark guard.

"Didn't Mrs. Chu say that this child has no father since he was a child, so how could he call him father? Is it because you remembered it wrong, but it doesn't mean that?" Qingwan hesitated, then asked Zhetian.

Zhetian, who has always been prudent, was rarely unhappy, "You can insult my martial arts, but you can't insult my memory. How can this little Nanman dialect be difficult for me."

Then he laughed, "However, Nanman dialect is really difficult to learn. Unless he lived in Nanman since he was a child, how could he speak such fluent Nanman dialect as a child under five years old."

"Concubine Shizi, according to my subordinates, this child is very likely to be a barbarian."

"Chu Yue is from the Southern Barbarians? She doesn't look like one." Yuan Changhuan's eyes were cold and stern, and there were many questions in his heart.

The appearance of the Nanman people is completely different from that of the Daqi people.

And Chu Yue and this child obviously look like Daqi people.

how is this possible……

"Chu Yue is not from the Nanman, his father may be from the Nanman." He stopped short, "After all, the son of the world has never admitted that this child is his seed."

Yuan Changhuan was hesitant, if it wasn't Xie Ci's child, then what happened to Chu Yue's hand, what happened to the child's appearance, what happened to bloody confession, and what happened to Xie Ci in Jingzhou back then.

If it really wasn't Xie Ci's child, then this conspiracy was designed too...horrifying.

(End of this chapter)