Taking away my family's luck? I won't stand it!

Chapter 410 The Baby in the Painting

Ling'er looked behind her and moved away with Xiao Hei in her arms.

Could it be that Xiao Hei and I were blocking the way for the princess the young man in front of us was talking about?

Let’s move away.

When Awen saw the princess moving away with the big white dog, he also moved away, still kneeling on one knee.

Ali came running over breathlessly, her hands on her knees, and asked breathlessly: "Brother, is she the princess we are looking for? Could it be that we recognized the wrong person?"

"Awen and I can't mistake those strange eyes. She is indeed our princess." Ah Hai walked forward and performed the same movements as Awen, kneeling on one knee and bowing reverently. "Awen of the Ala tribe greets the princess."

Ali, who had reacted quickly, saluted and said, "Ali of the Ala tribe greets the princess."

The others following behind knelt.

"Meet the princess."

Ling'er was frightened by the scene in front of her. What princess? Could they have recognized the wrong person? How could she be a princess? She grew up with her mother in the Li family in Huayang Village. How could she be a princess!

When Yaoyao came here, she saw this scene.

"What are you doing?"

Ling'er saw Yaoyao as if she had seen a savior, and hurried to Yaoyao's side, pointing at Awen and his group and said, "They suddenly appeared and said I was their princess."

Yaoyao glanced at Awen and his group, then at Ling'er, and felt that Ling'er had a subtle connection with them, and the aura she exuded was of the same kind.

Looking at Ling'er's eyes, one blue and one black, he felt that she might really be their princess.

After all, Yi Tong is a gift from heaven to the world, and there is a high possibility that she will be born into the royal family.

At this point, she no longer cursed Father Tiandao for sending her to a poor and short-lived family.

After all, she is a little Pixiu, and she will become rich no matter which family she is born into.

Yaoyao looked at Awen and asked, "You call Sister Ling'er a princess. Which country are you from?"

Although she could see that Ling'er had a connection with them, she couldn't tell which country they were from.

Awen looked at the chubby one-year-old Yaoyao and wondered why their princess was so dependent on this little girl.

Hearing Yaoyao's question, she pursed her lips and replied, "We can't tell you this, but this strange-looking girl is indeed our princess."

"What evidence do you have to prove that she is your princess?" Yaoyao asked back.

After he finished speaking, Awen took out a sheepskin from his arms, slowly opened the sheepskin, revealing a scroll.

As the scroll opened, the painting inside also unfolded, revealing a portrait of a beautiful woman holding a baby.

The baby in the woman's arms had eyes like Ling'er's, one black and one blue.

"This is a portrait of our queen and her princess. Even if there are other people with unusual eyes in the world, it is impossible for them to have the same eyes as our princess." Awen said slowly.

Ali was very surprised because she had never seen the painting in Awen's hand before. She turned to look at Ahai, and seeing that she did not show any surprise, a hint of anger flashed in her eyes.

Why hasn't she seen the portraits of the queen and princess!

Ling'er frowned and said, "You really have the wrong person. I grew up in the Li family in Huayang Village. I can't be your princess."

"Is your mother's name Zhou Huangqing?" Awen asked.

Ling'er's eyes widened, "How did you know?"

"That's it. The queen had a personal nanny who was twenty years old at the time. Her name was Aqing. She was the eldest daughter of the leader of our Ala tribe and my aunt." Awen's eyes lit up when he mentioned his aunt. "Where is Aunt Aqing now?"

When Ling'er met Awen's eyes, she felt mixed emotions and didn't know how to respond.

But Yaoyao felt that Awen seemed to be hiding something in his words.