In the room, Tang Zhao sat by the desk, holding a dove in his hand.

As the green in his palm faded, the wounds on the dove's wings gradually disappeared and new feathers grew back.

And the rosebush beside it also withered away quickly.

"Alright, your wounds are completely healed now. Stay here for two more days, and I'll find a safe place to release you."

Just then, there came a somewhat urgent knocking at the door.

Tang Zhao reacted instantly, immediately tossing the pigeon and withered flower into space. He then arranged a complicated ornament and said in a soft voice, “Come in.”

The door was pushed open and a teenage maidservant ran in frantically.

"Miss, something's wrong!"

Tang Zhao slowly lifted the teapot and poured water, "Speak when you're ready. No need to rush."

"My, my, young lady, you still have the time to drink water? Someone has broken into the palace gates to file a complaint!"

Tang Zhao drank a mouthful of water, furrowed his brows, and said, "Are you reporting me?"

The maidservant was taken aback, and then stomped her foot, "It's not that I'm telling on you, but it has to do with you."

Tang Zhao put down his water glass. "Stop beating around the bush, just get to the point."

The maidservant hurriedly said: "There's a man with a book, who says that 18 years ago he was mistakenly taken in as someone else's son, and is actually the emperor's biological son. He wants the Emperor to make a decision."

Tang Zhao was truly astonished now, "So the one who was held wrong was me?"

Needless to ask, a woman came in with someone else, seemingly not hearing the conversation. She spoke softly, "Miss, the emperor has sent someone to summon you to the palace. Please follow me to the main hall to receive the imperial decree.

Tang Zhao's eyes flashed.

He nodded slightly to the midwife and said, "I'll change my clothes and leave."

But the midwife's brows furrowed, and her voice took on a sharper edge. "Miss, don't miss your appointment."

Tang Zhao narrowed his eyes, smirking at the woman who, while usually kind and gentle, now wore a look of cold fury.

The other party was the original mother's maternal grandmother, who came to the palace this morning with her to have tea with the Empress Dowager.

Given their current attitude, I fear the matter of being mistaken has become settled.

The voice also turned a few degrees colder. "So, Grandmother is asking me to go and meet the Emperor in my ordinary clothes? If I offend his majesty, will Grandmother be able to take responsibility?"

The midwife's expression changed drastically, she certainly didn't expect this.

And then he looked at Tang Zhao with some suspicion.

Tang Zhao was not afraid of being found out, as he had always been unrestrained and willful.

“It was my oversight, I shall wait outside. Please take your time, Madam.”

The midwife said calmly, then took her people out of the room, even taking the maidservant with them. She didn't seem to intend to leave anyone behind to help with washing and dressing.

Looking at the closed door and windows, as well as the figures standing outside, Tang Zhao pursed his lips slightly and immediately turned to step into the room.

Walk briskly to the bed and take all the boxes from under the bed, big and small, and open them one by one.

In the space between my palms, all the dazzling gold and silver inside vanished.

Luckily, after waking up she learned that she was about to be married to the prince, so she had been preparing for her escape. All her family's wealth was being converted into gold, silver, leaves and beads under the guise of creating a dowry.

He was just about finished when he heard the midwife urging him from outside. He replied with a grunt.

Changing into proper attire quickly, she then went out to meet the emperor.

At this time, the court hall was eerily quiet. Emperor Luoming sat high on his throne, with three individuals standing in the center below him, while one knelt.

Of the three, the one in a first-rank official robe was Lu Guo's Prime Minister Tang Yuanchao. At this time, he had a stern face and a gloomy expression.

Next to him was the wife of the Prime Minister, in her formal court robes, and a maiden of exquisite beauty.

The two of them were now embracing each other, seeming to be crying with their heads bowed or whispering softly. The entire court hall was especially subdued.

Another man, extremely unattractive, was the third prince on the left, who was also Tang Zhao's soon-to-be husband.

On the day of the birth of the Thousand Gold of the Xiang Family, the National Teacher poured his life force into leaving behind a sixteen-character maxim: "Fortunate Star Arrives in the World, Born from the Xiang Family, bearing the Features of Emperor and Empress, Forever Ensuring Stability of Mountains and Rivers."

After conversing with the national teacher, Emperor Luoming decreed that Tang Zhao be bestowed the name "Tang Zhaoci," and appointed her as the Crown Princess-designate. He proclaimed that whichever prince who won her heart would be crowned Prince upon their wedding day.

The Third Prince had strived relentlessly for years, clawing his way out of the multitude of princes and even abandoning those he cared about, finally on the verge of fulfilling his desires.

Now that the wedding is approaching, to tell Tang Zhao that it wasn't truly a heavenly decree... whose mindset wouldn't be tense?

Had he not just witnessed with his own eyes the recognition between that child and the Chancellor's wife, he would have suspected foul play.

When Tang Zhao walked in, he was met with the usual widespread attention.

Unfortunately, today's eyes are no longer filled with kindness, compassion, and hope.

More of it is sarcasm, suspicion, anger, pity, resentment, and schadenfreude.

Tang Zhao lightly sipped his tea, bowed his head and knelt down to pay his respects.

"I, your humble servant, bow before you, Your Majesty. May the Emperor reign in peace and prosperity, and may the mountains and rivers remain forever strong."

In the vast hall, there was only
the sound of one's own breathing.

Everyone looked up to the seat of honor.

Unfortunately, Emperor Lu Ming was obscured by the beaded curtain, and no one could see his expression clearly.

However, from Emperor Li Ming's long silence, his attitude was already clear.

After all, Emperor Taizong of Tang had been extremely fond of him since his birth. He often took him with him and personally taught him, even granting him the privilege of not needing to pay respects or report when entering the palace.

Nothing compares to the coldness of today.

Tang Zhao's heart was also beating wildly, after all, in ancient times, an emperor's anger could result in the death of millions.

Though saying the wrong thing is also innocent and ignorance is not punishable, in ancient times, there was a practice of punishing nine clans. Who knows if they wouldn't have beheaded you right then and there?

After a while, Emperor Luoming finally raised his hand slightly.

...but instead of letting Tang Zhao start, he had the Head Butler speak on his behalf.

The steward understood, and stepped forward to explain the situation to Tang Zhao.

It was only at this time that Tang Zhao understood the situation.

In the morning, a son named Nguy?n V?n Ng?c brought a book to the palace gate and filed a complaint.

The book was written by the mother before her death. It stated that when her husband owed a huge gambling debt, someone came to their door and proposed an exchange of children. In a moment of madness, she agreed to it.

But later, feeling guilty, she followed him after the child was taken away and discovered that he had brought the child to a temple.

Then they heard that the master of the manor had given birth to a baby.

Thinking that the other party was sending their child to the temple for blessings, she didn't make a fuss anymore.

As for why the other party would want to exchange children, the mother doesn't know.

Over the years, she has treated Ruan Linyu as her own child. Seeing Tang Zhao taking what should have belonged to Ruan Linyu - honor, wealth, and even marrying into the imperial family as a prince consort, and perhaps even becoming empress in the future...

Unable to bear the pangs of conscience, she finally confessed to Ruan Linyu and committed suicide out of guilt.

Now, both the woman who swapped children with me back then and I have passed away, leaving no one to corroborate our story.

So, Emperor Lu Ming could only use a drop of blood to verify.

The results prove that Nguyen Lam Ngoc is indeed the biological child of the Prime Minister's couple.

Now, as long as we confirm if Tang Zhao is really Ruan Zhongming's son, we can know whether what the indictment says is true or false.

Tang Zhao, upon hearing this, couldn't help but raise his head to look at the golden basin standing on one side of the chair.

"Lord Ruan, Miss Tang, please come in," the attendant said to the two as he gestured.

Tang Zhao's lips curved into a slight smile, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at the man beside her. This was supposedly her biological father.

I thought the other party was also unlucky. Judging from the testimony, it could be said to be a disaster that came out of nowhere.

But even if they were innocent, knowing Lü Minghuang's personality, he definitely wouldn't let the Ruan family go easily to appease the Chancellor and the newly recognized Mandate of Heaven.

The address indicates that the person being addressed is still a member, probably at the top of their rank.

It's fine if you don't look, but once I do, my pupils shrink, and I instinctively want to call out "Dad."

(Editor in charge：novel effect)