Reborn as a concubine's daughter and entering a noble family: Xie Lang, don't be too seduc

Ah Zheng?

Because she had never heard of a person named Azheng in the Marquis of Anding's residence, the sudden sound of her voice drew her attention...

Then, she saw the man walking gracefully towards her. "It's you?"

Lu Ming walked up to her, a half-smile on his face, and looked her up and down at her predicament. "Ah Zheng, long time no see."

"You... you've mistaken me for someone else, haven't you?" Huo Sanghua asked doubtfully. Although she remembered the person in front of her, hearing the name the person called out, she was sure that she had mistaken him for someone else.

"How could that be?" Lu Ming said confidently, "How could I mistake A-Zheng!"

“But my name isn’t A-Zheng, I’m Huo Sanghua, I… …” is the orphan of the Huo family.

However, the last half of the sentence was not uttered before it could be said.

Then the person in front of me said, "Azheng is the name your mother gave you."

Mother?! "What did you say?"

Her mother? Could it be her birth mother, Aunt Chun? But she had never heard of that name before; it was completely unfamiliar to her. She wondered if anyone in the Huo family back then knew this name...

She began to doubt the identity of the person in front of her.

This person doesn't look very old; he probably isn't someone who knew the whole story of the Huo family back then.

Last time, on the way back to the Xie family with Xie Lin, he disguised himself as a homeless beggar and blocked the road. The injury on his leg made Huo Sanghua feel more sympathy for him. She felt that he looked familiar and had a sense of déjà vu.

But today, he was standing next to Xie Shu, looking as if he knew Xie Shu very well.

Hawthorne was genuinely curious about his identity. "You... ...recognize my birth mother... ...Aunt Chun?"

To everyone's surprise, he laughed. "You think your birth mother is Aunt Chun?"

With a rhetorical question, he threw her question back at him.

He left Hawthorne speechless.

"You don't even know... who your own birth mother is?" Lu Ming said with a smile.

He had a faint, distinct herbal scent about him.

"Then who exactly are you!" Hawthorne demanded. Unlike their first meeting on the road, now she only wanted to know who the person in front of her was.

Why did she have this feeling of unease that this person was getting involved in her destiny?

“I am Asheng.” Lu Ming’s eyes showed some disappointment. Even though he had already expected this outcome, he still couldn’t help but feel sad when he learned that Azheng really didn’t remember him. “Azheng, I am your brother Asheng.”

Ah Zheng, Ah Sheng...

It does look somewhat familiar.

Hawthorne held her breath, her heart pounding. She stared intently into the man's eyes, trying to find any flaws in his lie.

“Don’t you remember? I’m Asheng.” Lu Ming brought up the name again in front of Huo Sanghua.

From the day he collapsed on the street and reunited with Hawthorne, he saw hesitation in her eyes. He always felt that Hawthorne might not have forgotten everything. Even if she didn't remember anything now, she must have sensed something.

Ah Sheng, a name that should be etched in one's heart, perhaps something one often sensed even before birth...

Hawthorne's soaked body trembled, whether from unease about the past or fear of the person in front of him, it was hard to tell.

She was afraid...

Some people, once they appear, are destined to cause a huge uproar.

"How could you..." Lu Ming approached step by step, whispering in her ear, "Have you forgotten the names Mother gave us?"

Hawthorne tensed up immediately, unable to tear her eyes away from the person in front of her. She staggered backward, nearly tripping. "I... I don't understand what you're saying..."

Having said that, he tried to flee from there in a hurry.

This person must be crazy!

What is he saying?

Whatever he's saying, he must be talking nonsense... ...that's for sure.

"Your birth mother was named Huijun. She was the daughter of Wang Zhu, the Grand General of the previous dynasty, and also the Empress of Xiao Qi, the last emperor of the previous dynasty." Just as she was about to flee in panic, Lu Ming grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, saying with a fierce look in his eyes. "You... are the youngest daughter of Empress Wang of the previous dynasty. When you were born, the world was in chaos, and you suffered the destruction of your country and family before you were even a year old. Your mother named you Azheng, and I am your elder brother, I am Empress Wang's legitimate son—Asheng."

Hawthorne was in a state of utter confusion.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

She felt that the person in front of her was terrifying, with a fierce and menacing look, holding her hand tightly and not letting her leave.

I said a bunch of weird things to her!

His identity remains a mystery; at times he is a severely injured beggar on the street, and at other times he is a close friend of the eldest son of the Marquis of Anding.

And now they're even saying... ...

He is the legitimate son of the former Empress Wang, and... she is her brother?! According to him, wouldn't she be...?

No, no.

Huo Sanghua couldn't accept it for a moment and tried her best to shake off the madman's hand. What former empress, former emperor... what Azheng and Asheng, she didn't believe it. She didn't believe that she was the daughter of a former empress.

What a joke.

That's a capital offense!

"I don't know what you're talking about... You're talking nonsense! I don't believe you, you're trying to harm me! Who is it! Who sent you—"

Lu Ming, however, was laughing as he watched Huo Sanghua's terrified expression...

He was actually laughing.

"Ah Zheng, you really look like the Empress Dowager."

“I don’t understand! I don’t know what you’re saying, your words are so strange…” Hawthorne was trembling.

How come she inexplicably heard so many things from the moment she formed this inextricable bond with the Xie family?

Could it be that fate played some cruel joke on her at the moment she came back from the dead?

No...

She is General Huo's daughter, and her father is General Huo!

But the words of the person in front of her continued to take root in her heart, making her increasingly fearful. Her hands trembled as she tried to break free of control.

But no matter what he did, he couldn't muster any strength.

The facial features and expressions of the person in front of her gradually became distorted and ferocious in her eyes.

All she could think about was death. Whether it was true or not, if this person's words got out, she would be doomed...

No, she can't die.

She's already died once; she has to live.

She wants to leave this place!

she... ...

Just as she was about to be overwhelmed by fear, someone suddenly stepped forward, pried open the man's wrist, and saved her.

She vaguely saw Xie Lin's face...

Xie Lin's face was filled with anger, yet he was still worried about her.

Huo Sanghua's legs went weak, and she fell into Xie Lin's arms, but fortunately Xie Lin caught her first.

Glaring at the unknown man, Xie Lin, worried about Sang Hua, had no intention of getting entangled with him. He picked up Sang Hua and turned to leave.

Huo Sanghua nestled in his arms, curling up carefully, the nightmares of the past constantly recurring in her mind.

She dared not think too much about it, afraid that everything that person said was true.

What I fear even more is that she might suddenly be burdened with national and personal vendettas, take on some strange mission, and then lose her life.

She just wanted to be Hawthorne...

No, she just wanted to be a person, an ordinary person, and live a good life.