As a wife, she has a unique understanding of Qi Ye, and her overly sensitive mind can hear a hint of unusual meaning from his tone.

Ye Weilan held his hand: "What's wrong?"

Qi Ye stared at her beautiful face and stopped for a moment: "Live in the imperial capital for a while, we will go abroad."

“Where to go?”

"Western Europe."

Ye Weilan's eyes opened.

……Western Europe……

"Lan," Qi Ye's slender fingers gently pressed a strand of hair on her forehead to behind her ears, and the sound seemed to be coming from a distance: "Your biological mother is still alive."

After a moment of shock, Ye Weilan's pure eyes surged into countless complex emotions.

Surprise, sadness, mischievousness, fear...

Qin Yuling's death has been like a cloud these days, and has been shrouding in her heart.

Although she didn't say anything, Qi Ye could see the gloomy between her eyebrows clearly.

There is no child in the world who doesn't love his own.

Especially after she had Xiaojiu, she had a more personal experience.

Her father is the cruelest demon in the world, and he hates her to the core.

And her mother, that kind and gentle woman, thought she would not meet in this life.

Deep regrets are buried in my heart, and only when the moment of death can we be saved.

I never expected that Qi Ye would give her such an unexpected surprise at this time...

"Qi Ye," Ye Weilan's eyes burst into tears, and her eyes were firm: "I'm going!"

Her mother, why she left her behind back then, was a mystery.

And why has she disappeared for so many years and not even returned to her own home?

If she is not dead, it is limited movement.

Ye Weilan couldn't imagine what life Qin Yuling had lived over the past twenty years...

Maybe she has been looking forward to one day her daughter can save her...

Qi Ye gently stroked her cheek. Since he said the beginning, there was no need to hide anything else from her.

Qi Ye told her all the clues she had at present.

Death did not think about her dying, he just wanted to take her back.

Qin Yuling was once the wife of the Pope.

The several assassinations she had suffered before all came from a mysterious woman in the Holy See.

After hearing this, Ye Weilan was silent for a long time.

Qi Ye took her back to her room.

That night, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well.

In the middle of the night, she suddenly spoke: "Qi Ye."

Qi Ye opened his eyes, looked at her side, and said "yes" lightly.

"Whose child am I...?"

Qi Ye couldn't answer this question.

The only person in the world who knows is probably Qin Yuling.

"She will tell you when we find your mother."

Ye Weilan pulled her hair and shrank into Qi Ye's arms.

Qi Ye patted her back lightly and comforted her silently.

In the quiet night, the person next to her is her only source of warmth.

After a while, she spoke again: "I can't sleep."

Qi Ye casually turned on the light and took out a Greek myth from the table. He supported his head with his slender hands, opened the book on the quilt, and began to tell stories.

After listening for a while, Ye Weilan shifted his attention from the story to Qi Ye's face.

Under the warm light, his beautiful face is gorgeous and charming, and his red lips are shimmering.

What a beauty...
Chapter completed!