"Your Highness, my skills are neat and I won't make you feel much pain."

In a blink of an eye, Feng Jiuqing had arrived in front of Chu Weiyun.

There was a smile on the corners of his beautiful lips, his eyebrows were curved, and he was indescribably beautiful.

Chu Weiyun raised her eyes and accidentally met his unfathomable dark eyes.

For a moment, the heart and soul seemed to be intimidated and could no longer take their eyes off.

"So beautiful..." she murmured.

"Is that true?" Feng Jiuqing curled her lips and smiled slightly.

That smile easily messed up people's hearts.

Chu Weiyun didn't know what she had experienced. When she came to her senses from a sting, she found that she followed him to the altar without knowing it, and even took the initiative to stretch out her fingers.

A little tingling hurts at the fingertips, and the red blood beads dripped from her fingers, falling into the liquid in the cup.

"You..." Chu Weiyun suddenly woke up.

When I looked down, my heart suddenly tightened.

"You...you..."

"Your Highness, please rest for a while." Han Shanggong said without hesitation and led her away from the altar.

Nan Qing walked over slowly, ignoring Chu Weiyun.

She looked at Feng Jiuqing: "Another generation... can it be?"

"Yes, but I said it is not completely accurate." Feng Jiuqing raised his eyebrows.

This frivolous attitude seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Nan Qing pursed his lips and stretched out his fingers.

Feng Jiuqing's short knife, the blade slashed through her fingertips.

The cup is made of medicine, not water, but medicine developed by Feng Jiuqing himself.

I recognized my relatives with blood for a long time ago. Someone told him that it was ignorant and inaccurate.

But if you have this medicine, the accuracy performance will be slightly improved.

Not sure, but it can be ruled out.

If two drops of blood are fused together, it may not be a close friend, but if they are not fused together, it can basically be confirmed that there is no blood relationship.

Exclusion method.

Nan Qing's bright red blood fell into the cup.

Feng Jiuqing held up the jade hairpin beside him and stirred the two drops of blood in the cup.

Han Shanggong's heart tightened, and he subconsciously let go of Chu Weiyun and walked over.

The three of them stood in front of the altar, staring at the scarlet ball in the cup of Chinese medicine juice.

Until the cup of Chinese medicine liquid stopped again, the two drops of blood were completely fused together!

Nan Qing's eyes lit up and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's her!

Really!

She is really her granddaughter! Nanxing’s daughter!

She turned around and stared at Chu Weiyun.

Chu Weiyun seemed to have guessed something, her nose felt sour, and tears as big as beans slipped down.

Han Shanggong felt guilty and wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a burst of rapid footsteps coming from outside.

Xiao Nianzi beside Feng Jiuqing was anxiously blocking: "Princess... The eldest princess, Your Majesty and the National Master are... discussing matters. The eldest princess please wait. The slave will go and spread the word, the eldest princess..."

But it is obvious that Xiao Nianzi couldn't stop Nanyang at all.

In a moment, Nanyang had already entered the lobby and walked towards them quickly.

"Princess." Han Shanggong greeted him, frowned: "I wonder why the eldest princess is here?"

Nanyang ignored her and strode to Nanqing and Feng Jiuqing.

After looking at Chu Weiyun with tears on her face, Nanyang's gaze returned to the two of them.

She laughed loudly and said, "I heard that Your Majesty invited His Highness to pay tribute to his ancestors. As the royal princess, Nanyang naturally wants to do his part."

She had sharp eyes and saw the cup on the altar.
Chapter completed!