Thinking of this, Xirong Ye immediately asked the servants arranged by Di Hu to serve him to wash. After the washing, he immediately went to find Di Hu.

Because when Xi Rongye was rescued yesterday, everyone felt that the night was too late and understood his body, so they did not chat together and analyzed some of the current situation. Instead, they all went to rest,'

Now that Xirong Ye got up early, Di Hu was about to go to court, but when he saw Xirong Ye coming to find him, he was really surprised, "Your Majesty, is there anything wrong with me to come to find me so early?"

When Xirong Ye saw Di Hu's outfit, he remembered that Di Hu still needed to go to court now, but he was not the one sitting in the hall now.

Originally, this matter could only be asked until Di Hu came back, but he could not wait to know the whereabouts of his son. Even at this time, he wanted to ask the matter clearly, so Xirong Ye asked him anxiously: "Su Chanyi told me that Prince Rui from Nanlin has come to Xixian. Do you know where he is now?"

Because Xi Rongye thought Di Hu didn't know Yan Zhou's life experience, he would be very troublesome to explain now, so he might as well ask King Nan Linrui directly. As a general of the State, Di Hu would definitely know where the person was.

Di Hu was surprised last night. The father and son met for the first time, so cold that they didn't even say a word. It turned out that it was because the emperor didn't know yet. Didn't they tell the emperor? Di Hu was shocked, "Master, don't you know that the person wearing a black and gold mask who came to save you last night was King Rui of Nanlin?"

Of course, he didn't say this from your son. Even if Di Hu was a favorite minister who was trusted by Xi Rong Ye, he would not dare to use these things to challenge the emperor's trust in him, because it was obvious that the two of them had not yet recognized each other.

After hearing Di Hu's answer, Xi Rong Ye looked a little dazed, as if he was a little disbelief. It turned out that he had met his son a long time ago. When he woke up, Di Hu was no longer there.

It’s not that Di Hu couldn’t accompany the emperor, but his morning court was almost time, but he called Xirong Ye many times, but Xirong Ye didn’t respond. There was no way Di Hu had to leave by himself.

They rescued the person. These two days were at the forefront of the storm. His every move would probably be monitored by Xi Yinrong, so he must be careful not to make mistakes.

Since he knew that the masked man last night was the third prince he had been looking for for many years, how could Xirong Ye wait? He asked the place where Yan Zhou rested from his servant, and then walked to the yard eagerly. His usual ability to not show his emotions seemed to have disappeared, and the excited expression on his face could not be concealed at all.

Although Yan Zhou met his biological father last night, he did have a very complicated mood in his heart, but he hadn't seen each other for so many years and had never thought about getting along with him. He did not have any extra feelings for Xi Rong Ye, so he was not affected much. When he woke up in the morning, he still practiced swords in the yard with a thin shirt as usual.

So as soon as Xi Rongye arrived at the gate of the yard, he felt the sword energy inside, and even Yan Zhou's sword. Because of its speed, it made a whirring sound in the air.

Xirong Ye stood at the door for a while, thinking about how he should speak later, should he say directly, "I am your father." Or would he choose a more tactful statement? But after thinking for a long time, his face was hesitant, so he simply stepped in and waited for him to adapt to the situation.

So he went into the yard and watched Yan Zhou compete with half a set of sword techniques. Finally, when the tip of the sword in Yan Zhou's hand gently penetrated a leaf that had just fallen from the tree, Xi Rong Ye clapped hard and said with a smile: "Your sword technique is very good."

Yan Zhou had just noticed that there was someone outside the yard, so he was not surprised that someone suddenly appeared in the yard. He only glanced at Xi Rongye lightly, without any emotion in his eyes, inserted the long sword in his hand into the scabbard beside the stone table, and then turned around and stepped into the room.

Xuan Yu didn't know where he came out. He seemed to have not seen Xi Rong Ye, the former Xixian Emperor, and the current Supreme Emperor, so he took the sword that Yan Zhou threw away from the table and walked into the room.

"Master, your sword." Xuan Yu presented the long sword that he had just taken in from outside the house with both hands. Yan Zhou didn't even look at it. He took the handkerchief that had just been soaked in hot water and applied it hard on his face. He let out a long breath. His voice came from the handkerchief and said, "You can find a place I can find and put it."

Xuan Yu whispered, after following Yan Zhou for many years, he knew very well that his master's face now seemed calm, but there were waves hidden in his heart. After putting the sword, Xuan Yu thought about it and ran to Yun Yizhu's yard, intending to call her over. After all, he had guessed that he would not be able to handle what would happen later.

When Xirong Ye met Yan Zhou again, he had already changed into a thin shirt when practicing swordsmanship, put on a black dress, and there was an eagle embroidered pattern behind him. He looked very calm but also alienated.

Yan Zhou saw Xi Rongye sitting alone in the yard and frowned and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Xi Rong Ye looked at Yan Zhou's familiar but somewhat unfamiliar face, and for a moment, the emotions in his chest were surging, and he couldn't even speak.

When Yan Zhou saved him last night, he only looked at Yan Zhou's eyes with a mask and felt familiar. Now he finally knew why, because these eyes looked like him, the eyes of their Xixian royal men seemed to be carved from the same mold, and only women would occasionally have anyone inherited these eyes.

Just now, Yan Zhou was sweating while practicing swordsmanship, and he couldn't see it carefully. Now as soon as he came out, Xirong Ye discovered that except for his eyes, Yan Zhou looked particularly similar to his mother. If he had seen him last night, he might have doubted his identity at that time.

He asked in a gentle tone: "You are...Yan Zhou?"

Yan Zhou stood outside the door two steps away. Because of the steps, he stood in this position and looked down at Xirong Ye. It was easy to see clearly his face with expectation and apologetic expressions. After hearing his question, he did not speak.

Seeing that Yan Zhou was not responding, Xirong Ye thought about it and said directly. There was no timid person in the Xishan royal family. Why should he be so unconfident? He wanted to recognize his son. Even after Xi Yinrong was abandoned, Xirong Ye thought about letting him inherit his throne.

So he looked straight at Yan Zhou and said, "I don't know if Empress Dowager Xixian told you that you are not her biological son, but I want to tell you that you are the son of my Xirongye and the prince of my Xixian Kingdom."
Chapter completed!