After Leng Ruoli saw Xie Yichuan leave, the smile on her face instantly disappeared.
"Jun Mohan, can you find out Xie Yichuan's background?" Leng Ruoli suddenly asked.
Jun Mohan was slightly stunned but quickly understood Leng Ruoli's intentions.
"Lier, you suspect his origins?"
Jun Mohan looked at Leng Ruoli and asked.
"Mhmm, but it's just my guess. Jun Mohan," Leng Ruoli nodded in reply.
"It's not easy to investigate his background. People from reclusive families for five hundred years have always been secretive and low-key. They have countless experts and are spread across every corner of this continent, in every industry. Their influence is even greater than that of a nation's royal family, and they are deeply hidden. This King has sent people to investigate the Xie family many times, but each time, not even a trace could be found," Jun Mohan sighed.
"Then let's forget it. I'll see if I can get a hair sample from Xie Yichuan another day and then do a paternity test with my father. That will reveal everything," Leng Ruoli said seriously.
Then, the Cold King and his consort chatted for a few more moments in the reception hall. At this time, a figure running at full speed flashed past the entrance of their reception hall. Who else could it be but Old Man Lu?
Following that, the couple saw Prince Xian run in.
"Second Imperial Brother, Second Imperial Sister-in-law, you are home. I want to ask you, why did that old drunkard who stole my wallet that day hide in your Cold King's residence?"
As soon as Prince Xian saw the Cold King and his consort, he asked in a blaming tone.
As his words fell, he was met with a sharp glance from Jun Mohan.
"How do you speak to people?"
Prince Xian noticed Jun Mohan's face instantly turn as black as a pot bottom and immediately realized his tone had been a bit excessive. Thus, he quickly changed his words.
"I, I, Second Imperial Brother, no, I just want to ask you, why did the person who stole my wallet on the street that day end up living in your Cold King's residence? I didn't mean anything else."
"Prince Xian, you've misunderstood him (Old Man Lu). He's not a thief. He took your silver on the street that day because he saw someone trying to kill you, so he deliberately took your wallet to attract your attention and make you chase him, thus saving your life."
The Cold King and his consort had learned about this matter later, after Old Man Lu sobered up.
Leng Ruoli and Jun Mohan had initially thought that Old Man Lu had stolen Prince Xian's wallet because he didn't have money to buy wine.
In fact, everyone had misunderstood him.
"What? He stole my wallet to save my life?" Prince Xian was somewhat disbelieving.
"Yes, think carefully, did anything seem unusual to you on the street that day?" Leng Ruoli looked at him again.
"Unusual, there was indeed a tiny bit," Prince Xian raised one hand and touched his chin, while his other hand protected his chest, as if in thought.
"Second Imperial Sister-in-law, you're right, there were indeed several strange men pretending to buy things who followed me for several streets that day. Because there were so many people on the street at the time, I didn't pay attention. Now that I think about it, my spine chills," Prince Xian said as he pondered.
"Those were assassins. This King doesn't know how much you've practiced martial arts on the mountain for several months, where has it all gone?"
Jun Mohan's gaze swept coldly over Prince Xian, and even his tone carried a chill, making Prince Xian shiver.
"So, in that case, that old man is my life-saving benefactor!" At this, Prince Xian awkwardly scratched his head and said.
"His surname is Lu. Try to show him more respect when you see him in the future," Jun Mohan reminded him sternly.
Because he always felt that Old Man Lu was not simple, it was better to offend fewer people.
Hearing this, Prince Xian nodded diligently.
"Second Imperial Brother, Second Imperial Sister-in-law, since he is my benefactor, should I go and thank him personally?" Prince Xian asked after some thought.
"No need. He doesn't like to be disturbed by others. However, buying him a few jars of wine might make him very happy," Leng Ruoli suggested.
Prince Xian chuckled foolishly, "Heh heh, I understand!"
With that, he hurriedly left the Cold King's residence, and no one knew if he was busy arranging to buy wine.
...
Meanwhile.
After Xie Yichuan returned to Uncle Feng's inn from the Cold King's residence, he had been restless.
"Young Master, if you truly suspect you are the eldest young master of the Cold General's mansion, you should go to the Cold General's mansion to take a look. Perhaps you can find more memories," Uncle Feng suggested from the side.
"Mhmm!"
Xie Yichuan softly replied with a single word and then said, "Uncle Feng, if I really am the eldest young master of the Cold General's mansion, what should I do?"
At this moment, Xie Yichuan's heart was in turmoil.
On one hand, he really wanted to figure out his origins and find his birth parents and relatives; on the other hand, he was very afraid that his adoptive parents would be unhappy if they knew he was secretly searching for his biological family.
"Young Master, are you afraid that the Patriarch and Madam will be unhappy if they know you are privately searching for your birth parents?"
"Actually, they already know that you are looking for your birth parents. The reason this subordinate dares to tell you the truth is with the permission of the Patriarch and Madam," Shi Qingfeng told Xie Yichuan the truth.
"Uncle Feng, you're saying my father and mother already knew I was privately searching for my birth parents?" Xie Yichuan asked in surprise.
"Yes, if this subordinate hadn't received their permission, I wouldn't have dared to tell you about how the Patriarch rescued you in the capital that year," Uncle Feng told the truth.
"So that's how it is! No wonder my investigation into my background has been so smooth. It turns out my adoptive parents were helping me in secret."
This made Xie Yichuan even more grateful to his adoptive parents.
"Uncle Feng, after hearing what you said, I know what I should do," Xie Yichuan said, a handsome curve forming on his thin, attractive lips.
As night fell, Xie Yichuan visited General Leng under the guise of a visit.
Leng Jinyu heard the butler, Qi Fu, say that a young master named Xie Yichuan had come to visit him.
He was slightly stunned for a few seconds after hearing this, then he reacted. Although surprise was evident on his face, it was more of joy.
Immediately after, Leng Jinyu moved like a swift gust of wind, flashing past the butler and disappearing at the entrance of his courtyard.
Only then did the butler react belatedly and shout in the direction Leng Jinyu had disappeared.
"General, Young Master Xie is waiting in the inner hall!"
As for Leng Jinyu, he stopped at the entrance of the inner hall. Then, he walked slowly into the inner hall, as he did not want to disturb Xie Yichuan's tour of his home.
However, as soon as Leng Jinyu stepped into the door, Xie Yichuan sensed the movement and immediately turned around to look at Leng Jinyu.
"I am presumptuous to visit General Leng tonight. It is indeed abrupt," Xie Yichuan said to Leng Jinyu in a gentle voice.
"Not abrupt at all, not abrupt at all. Young Master Xie, you are always welcome to visit my mansion."
Leng Jinyu was so happy to see him that he couldn't possibly blame him.