The Emperor's heart is won, she sits on the Phoenix Throne! The Divine Physician's Eldest

Emperor Changlong's smile gradually froze as he stared at Song Siyao with disbelief.

After a long while, Emperor Changlong finally spoke, "If the Grand Preceptor hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed. But now that you mention it, I realize that the Marquis of Protectorate and the Duke of Protectorate do indeed look somewhat alike."

Xiao Jianshan smiled and said, "Perhaps it was all predestined. The title bestowed by the Emperor upon the Marquis of Protectorate is exactly the same as that of the Duke of Protectorate."

"I bestowed the title of Marquis of Protectorate upon her because she is worthy of it, and it has nothing to do with Duke of Protectorate." Emperor Changlong said solemnly. In his heart, everyone who made contributions to the Great Zhou was a unique hero, and no one was a substitute for anyone else.

He was worried that Song Siyao might have some reservations because of Xiao Jianshan's words.

"Your Majesty, I only regret that if the Duke of Protectorate had not suffered that fate... or if the Duke of Protectorate had descendants, how wonderful that would have been." Xiao Jianshan's eyes were filled with heartache, a sorrow for the loss of a talented general for the Great Zhou.

Emperor Changlong's smile vanished, replaced by a furrowed brow.

Song Siyao could tell that Emperor Changlong was unhappy, very unhappy.

If mentioning the Duke of Huguo could cause such a strong emotional reaction from Emperor Changlong, then why did he send Shen Pei to personally visit the Duke of Huguo's descendants?

"Father, I have recently heard a rumor," Shen Xuan said.

Emperor Changlong asked, "What rumors?"

"It's being said throughout the capital that the Marquis of Protectorate is a descendant of the Duke of Protectorate," Shen Xuan said.

"What?" Emperor Changlong's expression changed.

"Your Majesty, I have only heard about it. After all, rumors are just rumors. I have never dared to tell you," Shen Xuan said.

"Since you know it's a rumor, you still dare to bring it up in front of me," Emperor Changlong said, his tone becoming more forceful.

He had previously heard rumors that the Duke of Protectorate had a living descendant, so he sent Shen Pei to look for him, but it turned out to be a false alarm.

“Your Majesty, this is not a rumor,” said Prime Minister Jiang.

"Prime Minister Jiang, what do you mean by that?" Emperor Changlong felt they were making fun of him, and his expression grew increasingly grim.

Jiang Xiang explained, "Your Majesty, what I mean is that what the Prince just said is not a rumor. The Marquis of Protectorate is the daughter of the Duke of Protectorate, and I have evidence."

"What evidence?" A hint of anticipation flashed in Emperor Changlong's eyes.

"I have found someone who can vouch for me." Prime Minister Jiang clapped his hands, and his confidant brought in a woman.

Everyone looked at the woman, who was dressed in a blue dress, with her hair tied up, and was dressed as a married woman.

Someone in the hall recognized her, "Isn't this Miss Mu, the daughter of Minister Mu of the Ministry of Justice?"

"Yes, that's right, she is Lord Mu's daughter, Mu Zhaozhao." Prime Minister Jiang explained to everyone, "You may have forgotten that Miss Mu was once engaged to Song Pingwei, the eldest son of the Marquis of Zhenbei."

Mu Zhaozhao is Song Pingwei's fiancée.

The wedding date for the two had already been set. Originally, they were to get married after Song Pingwei's triumphant return.

However, Song Pingwei was killed, and shortly after the news reached the capital, Mu Zhaozhao disappeared.

The Mu family did not send anyone to search for them.

Minister Jiang looked at Minister Mu and asked, "Lord Mu, is this true?"

Minister Mu stared at Mu Zhaozhao, his voice cold and sharp, "How come you didn't die out there? You even have the nerve to come back?"

Mu Zhaozhao's eyes reddened, and she remained silent.

“Lord Mu, you should resolve your family matters when you return home. Today, we have more important matters to attend to.” Prime Minister Jiang turned to look at Mu Zhaozhao. “Miss Mu, tell everyone what you know.”

Mu Zhaozhao looked at Song Siyao and said, "Yaoyao, you are not actually the biological daughter of the Marquis of Zhenbei. You are the daughter of the Duke of Huguo."

Song Siyao looked at him in disbelief. "Miss Mu, what are you saying? How is this possible?"

“Yaoyao, I know you definitely won’t believe it. After all, the Marquis of Zhenbei and his wife treat you like their own daughter. In fact, they love you more than their own sons. Your brothers also treat you like their own sister. You are the true darling of the Marquis of Zhenbei’s mansion.”

Mu Zhaozhao said, "But, Yaoyao, you have the right to know about your background."

"How do you know about my background?" Song Siyao asked.

"Your older brother told me this. He said it when he was drunk one time after we got engaged," Mu Zhaozhao said.

"Words are meaningless, why should I believe you?" Song Siyao said, somewhat angrily.

“Just because I gave birth to your elder brother’s son,” Mu Zhaozhao said, “Your medical skills are so high. If you really are your elder brother’s biological sister, you must have a way to prove the kinship between you and your nephew.”

“Miss Mu, you disappeared after my brother’s accident. Now you suddenly appear and say that you gave birth to my brother’s son. What evidence do you have to prove that what you’re saying is true?” Song Siyao’s eyes were full of coldness.

“Your uncle’s family is still alive. With your medical skills, it won’t be difficult to prove that the child is of Song family blood.” Mu Zhaozhao stood up straight, upright and dignified.

Song Siyao turned to Emperor Changlong and said, "Your Majesty, I wish to verify whether this child is my elder brother's bloodline. Please grant me permission."

"General Song Pingwei sacrificed his life for the Great Zhou. If this child is truly his bloodline, then it is a blessing from heaven and a great joy. I grant it!" Emperor Changlong's eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

With Emperor Changlong's decree in hand, Vice Minister Song cooperated.

Mu Zhaozhao brought the child to everyone's attention; the child looked exactly like Song Pingwei.

Actually, there's no need to check; everyone can tell at a glance that the child must be Song Pingwei's.

But seeing is believing.

In front of everyone, Song Siyao examined her own blood, her child's blood, and Song Shilang's blood.

The final result showed that the child was of Song family blood, the offspring of Song Pingwei.

Song Siyao has no blood relation to the Song family.

Song Siyao hugged the child tightly, "My sweet baby, it's so wonderful to have you. I will always be your aunt, and I will always love you."

She cupped the child's face in her hands and gave him a quick kiss on his rosy cheek.

Then, she knelt down in front of Mu Zhaozhao and said, "Sister Mu, thank you for leaving my elder brother's bloodline, thank you for leaving a memento for the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion. I will always remember your kindness. You have suffered in the past, but I will protect you from now on."

Mu Zhaozhao's eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes. She helped Song Siyao up and wiped the tears from her face. "Yaoyao, no matter whether you are related to the Zhenbei Marquis's family by blood or not, you will always be Pingwei's sister and my sister."

“Okay, we’ll be sisters forever.” Song Siyao and Mu Zhaozhao held each other’s hands, smiled at each other, their smiles tinged with tears.

The unspoken understanding between the two was known only to each other.

From then on, Song Siyao could finally bring Mu Zhaozhao out openly, and Mu Zhaozhao no longer had to feel ashamed.

Mu Zhaozhao and Song Pingwei's child can also live in the sunlight like a normal child, without having to endure anyone's pointing fingers.