The room was silent, as if time had stopped at that moment.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the window lattice, casting a dim beam of light in the air, and countless dust particles float slowly in the beam of light.

Yin Pingan was immersed in memories...

After a long time, he finally came back to his senses from his memories and coughed lightly. The sound was particularly abrupt in the silent room.

He struggled to support himself with his elbows.

Every tiny movement pulled at the old wound in his abdomen, causing a sharp, stabbing pain, as if invisible chains were binding him.

He leaned his back against the bed, adjusted his posture, took a deep breath, and then spoke slowly.

"The reason I'm helping you is because of someone, she's my mother...

The osmanthus cake she made was always sweet but not greasy, and melted in your mouth...but...but now she is..." Yin Ping'an's voice was choked with sobs.

His face was full of anxiety and pain, which made people feel pity.

Wang Xinyao did not interrupt him, but quietly moved a chair over.

When she sat down, the hem of her skirt created a slight airflow that gently brushed across the back of Yin Ping'an's hand.

The slight chill at that moment actually gave him a sense of inexplicable comfort.

Yin Ping'an's gaze slowly moved to Wang Xinyao, his eyes were cloudy but excited.

It was as if he wanted to see the shadow of another person through her, and that burning gaze seemed to want to imprint all the pent-up emotions on her.

"Miss Wang, I do have a name. It was given to me by my mother."

He took a deep breath, and the air seemed to be filled with the unique soapberry fragrance of his mother. The smell relaxed his tense nerves a little, but brought him deeper sadness.

"From now on, please call me Yin Ping'an. My mother once told me that I am not a shadow in the night, but an upright person who should live in peace every day.

The name "Black Shadow" is just a small dark spot in the training field of my life.

Just as dawn always comes after night, darkness will eventually be replaced by light. Only in the light can people live clearly.

Hearing this, Wang Xinyao's face was full of curiosity.

What kind of special person can make a person who has done so many bad things completely change and turn over a new leaf?

Besides, what does such a woman have to do with her?

Why was she able to convince Yin Ping'an to help her?

Wang Xinyao really couldn't figure out the reason.

Yin Pingan paused for a moment, as if to organize his thoughts, and then continued: "My mother is actually the little princess of the founding emperor of our Wa Lie Kingdom.

But until the late emperor disappeared, he was unaware of her existence.

The reason why the founding princess was given special treatment among her many brothers and sisters was because her mother looked very similar to the late emperor.

However, the mother was unwilling to become a pawn in the power struggle and resolutely refused to participate in the assassination operation many times.

Despite this, the eldest princess still showed leniency to her because she was the most similar to the late emperor.

Instead of punishing her severely, he made an exception and allowed her to marry, betrothing her to a man who was fifteen years older than her.

When Wang Xinyao heard this, her face was full of suspicion.

I thought to myself, "A man fifteen years older than me? How is that considered a privilege?"

As Yin Ping'an continued to tell the story, a trace of pain suddenly flashed across his face.

"After my mother got married, she lived an ordinary life of taking care of her husband and children, and she thought that this life would continue forever.

However, fate is always full of variables, and the master's eyes finally fell on the mother's daughter, which undoubtedly brought a huge impact on their lives. "

Although Yin Ping'an's legs were covered with a thin blanket, he still felt a chill seeping out from under the stone floor and penetrating into Yin Ping'an's bones, causing his feet to curl up unconsciously.

Wang Xinyao could no longer suppress her curiosity and doubts, and couldn't wait to interrupt Yin Ping'an.

"You are the sixth prince of the Ware Kingdom, but why would you call a princess your mother? And who is this daughter you are talking about? What does all this have to do with me?"

Faced with Wang Xinyao's series of questions, Yin Pingan was silent for a moment. Finally, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Actually, she is not my biological mother, but Mei'er's mother. Her name is Yin Zhizi."

"Mei'er? Gou Chunmei? Yin Zhizi!" A vague figure emerged in Wang Xinyao's mind.

She was a woman who always had a faint medicinal scent. The name seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember the specific details for a moment.

Just as Wang Xinyao was trying hard to recall, some fragments of memories that were buried deep in her other half's heart began to flash in her mind.

Deep in her memory, there was a warm hand that gently stroked her head.

"Yaoyao, from now on, you are also my daughter. Our Yaoyao is so beautiful..."

"Yaoyao, is the chicken leg delicious? Eat more..."

She even tasted the aroma of the chicken leg wrapped in oil paper again.

"Mei'er, look, Yaoyao's handwriting is really good. You should learn from her."

"Mei'er, you can't be so rude to others. Look how polite Yaoyao is..."

Since when, the Mei'er in her memory began to become less friendly to her.

These images kept echoing in her ears like a tide, and the dusty memories made Wang Xinyao feel dizzy.

The vague figure gradually became clear in her mind...

She was a beautiful and gentle woman, the best memory of her gray childhood.

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