In another world, I am no longer a robot

Chapter 566
"Ma'am, I heard that an outsider came to Zhenshen Palace today? Does the visitor have a purpose?" The man asked curiously while taking off his coat.

The saint nodded, and then took the initiative to pour water for the man: "I have sent someone to check her identity. It is a young girl. She said she came from the Five Kingdoms..."

It's just that when she said this, her movements suddenly stopped, and her eyes widened slightly.

The cup of tea in her hand had already overflowed, but she didn't seem to notice it.

"Madam? Madam, what are you thinking?"

The man called her several times, and as soon as there was a table full of tea, the man's hand was attached to the back of her hand, preventing her from continuing to pour water.

When the saint came back to her senses, the first thing she did was not to explain what she was thinking just now, but to stare at the man for a while.

Her eye sockets turned red immediately.

"Ma'am, what's wrong with you?" The man became anxious immediately, hugged the woman and asked eagerly, "But what happened and what wronged you suffered."

The saint shook her head, bit her lips and said nothing, but tears fell drop by drop.

Ewha's appearance was raining, but she refused to say anything, which obviously made people feel more pity.

"Joan, she, she..." The saint's voice was already a little choked.

While wiping her tears in a hurry, the man said helplessly, "Oh, my wife, what are you going to say? You are crying like this, but you are going to kill me!"

The man knew that his wife had always been stronger than ordinary women. After all, she was the saint of Zhenshen Palace, with great power, so she could not easily reveal her fragile emotions in front of others.

Over time, it is natural to form a strong temperament.

It's just that crying as soon as you say it now will inevitably make the man flustered and feel that something serious has happened.

"I thought she had a kind face before, but I just realized that her eyes are very similar to yours. She..." The voice of the saint was choked up, and it was difficult to continue for a while.

The saint clearly meant something when she said this, but she said it too implicitly, and she didn't finish her sentence, making it difficult for people to understand her meaning for a while.

The man frowned, and asked in great confusion, "There are so many people who look alike in the world, so what do eyes represent?"

The saint bit her lips, her eyes repeatedly traced the appearance of her husband, and the appearance of that woman just now appeared in her mind.

The eyebrows are gradually overlapping...

similar?

But there are too many coincidences.

Thinking of a certain guess in my heart, the woman's tears are like water from the gate, how can it be stopped.

With fair and well-maintained hands, she slowly clenched the hem of her white skirt.

"Ma'am, if you have something on your mind, just tell Wei Fuming! With your appearance, Wei Fu is very worried." The man couldn't help but say that.

The saint took a deep breath, and said as calmly as possible: "Her eyes, her age, her origin...Joan, have you ever thought...or you said, could she be our daughter? ?”

The saint's words were like a thunderbolt, and the man named Qiao An was also stunned.

"This, this is impossible." He said in a bit of despair, "You also said that the eyes are similar. It may be just a coincidence. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment."

Even though he said so, it can be seen from the expression on his face that he actually hoped that his wife's guess was right.

their daughter...

(End of this chapter)