The news that "Qingcheng" was about to be auctioned spread throughout France overnight and continued to spread to other European countries. Almost all nobles and knowledgeable civilians were talking about this matter, except for Ye Weilan and Qi Ye who never paid attention to the news on that aspect.

Ye Weilan ate the cake for a whole morning and was a little overwhelmed, lying in the garden to bask in the sun.

The phone rang suddenly, she picked it up and took a look, answering: "Old pervert."

"How are your legs?"

"You should be able to walk freely after twenty days."

"Cherish these twenty days," Perlangodo explained inexplicably, and before Ye Weilan could ask clearly, he immediately changed the topic: "Are you in France?"

"yes."

"Have you heard of "Qingcheng"?"

"What is that?"

Perlangodo was silent for a moment: "When the Pope married your mother, she gave her a betrothal gift."

Ye Weilan: "..."

"The "Qingcheng" is about to be auctioned, it's always your mother's thing, let that kid buy it for you." Perlangodo's tone was slightly strange: "Also, be careful."

Hearing the meaning of his intention to hang up the phone, Ye Weilan quickly asked a question: "Who did I give birth to?"

There was a silence on the other side of the phone, and Perlangodo did not hang up the phone, but did not speak.

"At this point, I should know something, right?" She looked up at the blue sky, her tone was tired and sad: "Old pervert, I have many questions to ask you, is my mother really still alive?"

"I finally got the news about your mother seventeen years ago. As for your identity..." Perlangodo smiled, full of mockery: "Some people say that your mother betrayed the pope and gave birth to you with the god of death, so don't shake the pope's nose."

Ye Weilan choked up and felt a layer of unspeakable sadness surged in her heart: "There is a princess in the Holy See who killed me again and again. They said she was born by my mother."

It seems that no matter which side she is on, she will be suspected of being a "sincere".

Perlangodo said "happy" and said a very strange thing: "For most people in the world, love is optional, but for some people... love will be something that will kill you if you lose it."

Ye Weilan understands this sentence. She and Qi Ye are both like this, but who is Perlangodo talking about it?

"Death, the Pope, and Qin Yuling are all chess pieces played with by fate," Perlangodo's tone was a little world-weary and ridiculed: "Don't stare at those little people, you have more important things to do. Remember one thing, your face is both the most obvious death talisman and your biggest life-saving talisman."

Perlangodo hung up the phone, and Ye Weilan stared at the phone in a daze.

Qi Ye walked into the garden with a bowl of chicken soup, and saw that his little wife had a wrong expression: "What's wrong?"

Ye Weilan looked up at him, and his pure pupils flashed with a strange luster: "Qi Ye, the old pervert said a very strange thing just now, let me cherish these twenty days."

What will happen after twenty days?

Qi Yerou smiled slowly: "Have you forgotten what I said to you?"

Ye Weilan's uneasiness suddenly disappeared. She wanted to believe Qi Ye, he was so powerful that no one could separate them unless she voluntarily left him.

"There was a famous auction in France recently, did you know?"

Qi Ye pulled out the chair and sat in front of her: "Do you want me to feed you?"
Chapter completed!