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Text 22. Final words about identity

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    King Zheng frowned when he heard this, and the officials sitting there also whispered to each other.  Something went wrong for Wen Wan, so he tore, bit, and kicked the woman, trying to break away from the woman's grasp.  Seeing that there was nothing he could do, he looked at King Zheng pleadingly, and then shook his head desperately.

    "Take it down." King Zhao shouted coldly. The woman restrained Wen Wan and planned to carry her out.  Wen Wan looked at the man who looked exactly like her, and saw that he glanced at her, but said nothing.  Come to think of it, I have some concerns.

    Wen Wan knew that if she was taken down like this, there would probably be only one way left for her.  At that moment, I thought, it is better to rely on others than to rely on yourself. At any rate, save yourself first. If you fail to save yourself, death is the fate given to you by God.

    Unable to struggle away from the woman, he gritted his teeth, took out the clothes-making scissors he had hidden in his sleeve, and pricked the woman's hand twice.  Everyone at the banquet was stunned by Wen Wan's move.  Such a young child has such a vicious heart.

    The woman suffered two injuries and was bleeding profusely. She let go of her hand in pain.  As soon as Wen Wan was free, she ran to King Zheng's side, hugged King Zheng's thigh, and smiled happily.

    Seeing this made everyone look sideways and frightened.  And Anlehou looked at Wen Wan's series of actions, feeling cold in his heart.  This is not something that a timid person can do. This child is simply a wolf pretending to be a pig, deceiving everyone.  The few people who stayed at Wenwan, especially Qing'er who came up with Wenwan, and the woman lying on the ground, all looked at Wenwan in fear. They were likely to die in the hands of this child.

    But King Zhao felt something was wrong in his heart.

    "Eighth brother, you really have a deep love between father and daughter." King Zhao's mind was racing and he laughed.  This effect is even better than my original one.

    Wen Wan knew why this man was laughing, so she pulled Prince Zheng's sleeve, pointed at the woman, then pointed at herself, and waved her hands.

    "You mean, you don't know this woman, and she's not your mother." The man next to King Zheng asked.  No need to ask, everyone here knows it.  Otherwise, how could Wen Wan carry out such a vicious attack.  Wen Wan smiled and nodded.

    "This banquet has been held so far, and there is no need to continue it. Eighth brother, take your daughter back." King Zhao said immediately, but quickly stopped. The expected effect has been achieved, and there is no need to go further.  .  It doesn't matter who gave birth, and it doesn't matter whether they are mother or daughter.  The important thing is that this child is Prince Zheng's biological daughter, that's enough.  What you want today has been obtained.

    Wen Wan looked at King Zhao, pointed at herself, then pointed at King Zheng, shook her head and waved her hands.

    "You mean, you are not our prince's daughter." The man next to Prince Zheng asked in surprise.  Wen Wan nodded quickly and held on to Prince Zheng's sleeve.  It's very dangerous to let go if you don't reveal your identity.

    "Haha, eighth brother, I really admire you! My daughter is so old and has never been raised for a day, but she still looks at you like this. Fifth brother, I really admire you. After all, you are eighth brother, and I admire fifth brother." King Zhao laughed loudly.  laugh.  But in my heart, I wanted to kill someone.  So, this dead girl knows her identity at all.  Before, I was acting for him.

    And King Zheng looked at Wen Wan next to him. They had exactly the same faces. He pulled on his clothes expectantly and said those words to soften his heart.  However, he still kept his expression calm.

    After hearing what King Zhao said, Wen Wan waved her hands desperately.  The man asked if what King Zhao said was wrong. You are really not the prince's daughter.  Wen Wan nodded.

    "Then you know who you are?" King Zheng asked.  Wen Wan nodded, indicating that she knew whose child she was.

    King Zhao looked at Wen Wan and nodded, crushing the cup in his hand.  He actually figured it out. In the past few days, no matter how many methods he used, this child said he didn't know his identity.  Now he actually said that he knew his identity, and he was tricked by this child.  That look was like a steel knife, poking many holes in Wen Wan.

    "Then tell me, whose child are you?" A glimmer of hope flashed in King Zheng's heart.

    "Tao'er, my mother worked so hard to raise you, how can you deny your mother?" The woman was covered in blood, and she was extremely panicked.  He couldn't care less about the pain and screamed in panic.  This child, who wasn't stupid before, is so smart now.  But he still suppressed the panic in his heart and spoke with tears in his eyes.

    Wen Wan ignored the woman and was thinking about how to express her identity!  I lower my head and can't write. I don't know if I can recognize traditional Chinese characters when I write them.

    "Eighth brother, you can go back and ask slowly. I don't have the time to wait for you." King Zhao said and stood up to leave.  When Wen Wan heard what King Zhao said, she suddenly smiled, pointed at King Zhao and then at herself.

      The people next to him looked puzzled, and then someone laughed out loud.  King Zheng's eyes also darkened.  Wen Wan was so anxious that she suddenly remembered that people in ancient times compared the emperor to the emperor.  Then he pointed to the sky.

    "House, roof, tiles." Wen Wan shook her head.  King Zhao snorted coldly, this cheap slave is crazy!

    Wen Wan pointed twice, then at King Zhao, then at King Zheng and herself, and then pointed upward again.  However, no one knew what she meant.  Wen Wan was so anxious that she broke out in sweat, but no one understood it.  King Zhao looked on coldly to see what kind of story this bitch could come up with.  Seeing King Zhao's sneer, Wen Wan pulled King Zheng's clothes and feet and looked at the two guards in fear.

    "You are referring to the sky? Am I right?" The man standing next to King Zheng was silent for a while, surprised and happy, but he still suppressed his excitement.  Wen Wan nodded quickly.

    "You point to the sky. Do you mean the Tian family?" The man asked again cautiously.  Wen Wan smiled and nodded.  Joy flashed in the man's eyes and he asked, "Are you saying that you are also a descendant of the Tian family?"  Wen Wan quickly nodded again after hearing this.

    "She is your daughter, eighth brother, and she is naturally a descendant of my Tian family." King Zhao sneered, but deep down he knew something was wrong, and the matter seemed to be beyond his control.

    After hearing what King Zhao said, Wen Wan shook her head.  Then he pointed to King Zhao, and then to himself; then to King Zheng, and then to himself; he took two palms and compared them.

    Now, no matter how stupid you are, you will know what she means. What she means is that the relationship between King Zheng and her is the same as the relationship between King Zhao and her.

    "You said you are a descendant of the Tian family, which is the same as the relationship between King Zhao and King Zheng. So is your mother a princess or a princess? Which princess or princess is she?" The man in gray thought for a while and cautiously  asked.  Wen Wan pointed to one, indicating that her mother was a princess.

    "Hmph, none of our Tian family members have ever given birth to a mute." King Zhao drank coldly.  Only then did I realize that I had actually missed this relationship.

    "It's a pity that what made King Zhao disappointed but angry was that Wen Wan nodded desperately.  King Zheng was on the side and asked again in disbelief, are you really the daughter of the princess? He nodded again Wen Wan.

    "Which princess is your mother?" King Zheng was excited now. He had no sisters, he was alone.  But after asking, I realized that I had forgotten that this child could not speak.  In other words, I cannot speak for the time being.

    How to express this? It¡¯s too gentle.
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