Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

Yan Nansheng returned to his room and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. His mother had recovered her memory, so why did his family members seem to know nothing?

My mother is a royal concubine!

The emperor's woman!

If your son marries the emperor's woman, aren't you afraid that your entire clan will be implicated?

They are all too calm.

There is only one reason, that is, the mother did not tell everyone her identity, and she knew that the father was not dead.

She has already met her father!

Yan Nansheng tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

I might as well not worry about it anymore.

She put on her coat, quietly opened the door and bumped into a wall.

"Hey, who is this? What are you doing standing at the door of my room?"

He looked up in the moonlight, "Hehehe... Mo Qing, why were you standing quietly at my door? You made me bump my nose."

Yan Nansheng lowered his head and kept rubbing the tip of his nose.

It seemed like I had forgotten about him. I was used to being alone, and I felt a little uncomfortable with suddenly having a bodyguard around me.

Mo Qing leaned against the door with his arms folded across his chest, "Master, you must be guilty of being a thief. It's the middle of the night, why are you not sleeping? What are you planning to do?"

As expected, this guy is a two-faced person. He is respectful to me in front of others, but acts like a scoundrel when no one is around.

Tonight the moonlight fills the courtyard, and the soft afterglow surrounds the young man in front of him, shining brightly.

The light gave the already delicate face a sacred luster.

Alas... Such a beautiful boy, but he has a big mouth...

After only a moment's glance, Yan Nansheng turned and left, "You go and have a rest. I'll go to my mother's place."

Go to the Madam's place? The Master just came back, and he went there to be the Night Pearl on the first night?

Won’t the master throw me out?

The old man's kung fu is unfathomable and his internal strength is profound. If I were in my prime, I could only fight him to a draw.

Mo Qing sighed helplessly and followed Yan Nansheng.

Forget it. If the master throws the master out later, the worst that can happen is that I can just pick him up again.

Anyway, the master is just that big and not that heavy.

If Yan Nansheng knew what Mo Qing was thinking at this moment, he could only say that Mo Qing was overthinking.

My father and mother definitely don't interfere with each other and their relationships are very clearly separated.

The two of them came to Xie Xiyuan's room one after the other.

Yan Nansheng lingered at the door, not daring to go up and knock.

Should I knock on the door? What if my mother is already asleep? Wouldn't it be bad to knock on the door in the middle of the night?

But I really can't sleep if I don't ask clearly.

Mo Qing looked at his master speechlessly, as he saw that his master had already reached the door and was starting to get timid again.

Mo Qing couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

"bang bang bang"

Yan Nansheng suddenly turned around and stared at Mo Qing's evil hand.

She hugged Mo Qing's arm tightly as he was about to knock on the door, and yelled in a low voice: "Are you crazy! I haven't said I want to come in yet!"

While the two were struggling, the door opened from the inside.

When Yan Yuzhi opened the door, he saw his so-called son, a small body, hanging on the guard's arm like a fat monkey.

In fact, Yan Yuzhi knew it when Yan Nansheng walked towards this side.

His inner strength is profound, and the entire Yan family is within his hearing range.

Normally he would hold back his energy, but if the Yan family was in danger he would be the first to know.

The last time he came back from outside to gather information, he noticed that there was something wrong in Yuanniang's room.

The thief almost succeeded.

Fortunately, he came back in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

But that rascal didn't have a good ending.

He was rendered mute, had his arms broken and was thrown into the mountains. Whether he could survive depended on how strong his life was.

The Yan family will encounter more troubles and dangers when they rise again in the future.

He glanced at the guards around Yan Nansheng.

It seems that we need to find a few trustworthy people to protect the safety of our family. There are very few people like the one next to the princess who are willing to serve as her guard.

After all, I can't repay the life-saving grace.

Can only...

People who practice martial arts can see in the dark without the help of moonlight. This young man is good-looking.

I heard from the old man that the princess has a good eye for color, so it would be nice to keep it for the princess to dazzle her eyes.

Mo Qing didn't notice Yan Yuzhi's gaze and still looked nonchalant.

But he was in a state of extreme tension, waiting to be able to pick up his master in time when he would embarrass himself.

"Forehead……"

In fact, Yan Nansheng was still a little confused about how to address Yan Yuzhi.

Call him father? Yan Yuzhi was afraid that she would not dare to answer.

What should I call it?

Just when she didn't know how to start, Xie Xiyuan's voice came.

"Sheng'er, come in."

"Hey, ok mother."

With a light breath, Yan Nansheng ran in with nimble legs.

Xie Xiyuan was already sitting on the chaise longue, with a dignified posture and full of imposing aura.

Yan Nansheng knew the truth without her having to say anything.

She walked forward, knelt down respectfully, and performed a standard salute.

"Your son, I pay my respects to my mother."

Looking at her daughter bowing respectfully to her, Xie Xiyuan felt a pang of sadness in her heart and mixed thoughts ran through her mind.

The daughter's kneeling revealed so much information.

Xie Xiyuan didn't know how to face her daughter who was so thoughtful.

She is only five years old, too much wisdom will hurt her...

Yan Nansheng also knew at this time that the mother who was as gentle as water, caring for him and relying on him was no longer there, and the one sitting here was the current Concubine Xie.

She has her own pride. As the eldest daughter of the Xie family, she has things she must do and responsibilities she needs to shoulder.

She is no longer Zhang Yuanniang, who only has eyes for her daughter...

Let's just take it one step at a time and see how we get along in the future. After all, she is still my biological mother.

The family ties are still there, but the identities are different, and the family ties will be mixed with other things.

This is the case for ordinary people, let alone the royal family.

She raised her head, straightened up, and looked at the dignified woman sitting on the couch.

It’s different now. Once the eyes change, the whole person changes.

"Mother, you... remember everything?"

Xie Xiyuan nodded slowly and looked down at her daughter.

The two looked at each other and their eyes collided.

Tears gradually welled up in Xie Xiyuan's eyes, and her eye sockets gradually turned red.

Seeing this, Yan Yuzhi pursed his lips, turned around and walked out.

Yan Nansheng saw the sadness, confusion and fear in his mother's eyes.

She was originally a popular noble lady in the capital.

As soon as she entered the palace, she secured the position of imperial concubine, and had a childhood sweetheart relationship with the emperor.

He should have lived a life of wealth and glory, and been blessed by heaven.

But once he was killed, he became so destitute.

How should she face it if she hadn't lost her memory in the beginning?

In this age where not everyone is equal, differences in status are fatal.

It turns out that the external aura and noble temperament are just a talisman of the mother, and the essence of the inner self is still that of a naive little woman.

Yan Nansheng now put his heart at ease.

She likes pure people. If her mother is actually a deep-minded and scheming concubine in the harem.

I really don’t know how to get along with her. After all, I’m not a real five-year-old child.

One's soul is mature, carrying the memories of the previous life and having its own values, ideas and perspectives.

Even if my mother has recovered her memory, the clarity in her eyes cannot be deceived.

It’s great that she is still the mother I am familiar with, and there is no impurity in her feelings.