Chapter 894 She Must Not Be Dead

Murong Jie and Dao Lao Da have been searching in Bei'an. Since Murong Jie came, Dao Lao Da no longer needs to do hard labor because Murong Jie carries silver notes with him.

Even if there are no silver notes, it doesn't matter. There is Hu Huanxi's bank here. Just show a sign and stamp your name to withdraw money.

They searched for more than ten days in a row, and almost every corner of Bei'an County was trampled. Moreover, Murong Jie spent money to post Zi'an's portrait, and then painted a portrait of the baby girl according to Dao Lao Da's description and posted it everywhere.

As the saying goes, there must be a brave man under a large amount of money. On this day, someone came and said that he had seen this little girl, about two years old, from the same village as them. The girl's name is Tian En, her father is a woodcutter, and her mother weaves at home. They are from a poor family.

Although the information is not quite consistent, Zi'an can't weave, but who can't learn?

Murong Jie immediately took Dao Lao Da to the village. The village is called Zhentou Village. It is in the northwest corner of Bei'an County. It is backed by mountains and rivers. The geographical environment is very good and the villagers are also simple.

According to the information given by the messenger, Murong Jie came to a dilapidated hut.

There was a small courtyard in the hut, and the wooden door was ajar. Through the crack of the door, you could see clothes hanging in the courtyard, the crying of a child, the sound of a loom, and a gentle female voice said, "Okay, okay, mother will be ready soon, Tianen, don't make a fuss."

Murong Jie quickly pushed the door open and walked in quickly.

"Hey, who are you? Why did you break into my house?"

The woman at the loom jumped up immediately, holding the crying little girl next to her and stepped aside, looking at Murong Jie and Dao Lao Da nervously.

She was about thirty years old, with dark skin and many pockmarks on her face. Her facial features were okay, but when she spoke, two front teeth were missing.

She held the child tightly in her arms, and the child slowly turned his head, with two crystal tears hanging on his white face.

When Murong Jie saw that face, his breathing almost stagnated. The eyebrows, nose, and mouth were exactly the same as Zi'an.

Boss Dao was also stunned. He had thought she looked like him when he saw her from a distance before, and now he looked even more like her when he saw her up close!

"Who are you?" The woman looked at Murong Jie and Boss Dao, and was more and more terrified when she saw them staring at the child in her hand.

Murong Jie finally came to his senses and asked, "Where is the mother of this child?"

"I am her mother, what do you want to do?" the woman asked hostilely.

"You are her mother?" Murong Jie's head buzzed. How could it be possible? This child is so similar to Zi'an, how could it be the daughter of this ugly woman in front of him?

"That's right, you guys leave quickly, or I'll call someone." The woman said.

"How can you prove that this is your daughter?" Boss Dao asked a stupid question, mainly because he had been looking for so long, and when he came to Zhentou Village, he was still full of hope, but she said it was her daughter, which was really unacceptable.

It was like falling from the sky, and his brain was frozen.

The woman said angrily, "How else do you need to prove it? Go ask around, this is my daughter."

"How can you give birth to such a beautiful daughter when you are so ugly?" Although Dao Lao Da didn't understand genetics, he knew that a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse's son can dig holes. Such an ugly mother can't give birth to such a beautiful daughter.

"You..." The woman was furious, "Leave now, or I'll report to the police."

Murong Jie didn't want to leave, but he couldn't find an excuse to stay. All his hopes recently were pinned on this baby girl who looked like Zi'an. Now that it was shattered, he couldn't accept it.

He knew it was useless to stay, but he was already afraid of those desperate days, walking on the road, without any hope.

Two and a half years, two and a half years.

He walked slowly to the loom, with no strength in his body, watching the threads on the loom crisscross, like the scenes in his mind, interweaving into a huge net, trapping him.

The little girl was crying, but after the two came in, she just stared at them with curious eyes, especially at Murong Jie.

Seeing Murong Jie standing next to the loom, she struggled to get down. The woman was unwilling to let her get down, and coaxed: "Tian En, don't make a fuss."

Murong Jie looked over and saw that the little girl was also looking at her, with a pair of clear and bright eyes, so similar to Zi An.

He thought that if his and Zi An's child could be born, it would probably look like this.

He whispered: "Sister-in-law, don't be afraid, we have no ill intentions, but this child looks like my wife, so I want to come and see."

The woman was obviously not so nervous. Seeing that the two seemed to have no ill intentions, she was full of sadness and loss. This kind of sadness and loss would also infect people. She hesitated for a moment and asked: "What about your wife?"

Murong Jie looked sad and looked at the child blankly, "I don't know, I don't know."

The woman felt sour in her heart. Although she had never seen the world, she could feel the sadness of this man.

What on earth had he been through?

The child still wanted to come down, so the woman let go and squatted on the ground carefully, trying to help her walk.

The little girl walked straight to Murong Jie, raised her head, and her big eyes were full of curiosity.

Murong Jie felt a pain in his heart and reached out to pick her up. The woman screamed and rushed over. Murong Jie hushed, "Don't be afraid, I just want to hug her."

The woman stopped and looked at him in surprise.

The little girl stretched out her chubby little hand, touched the stubble growing on Murong Jie's chin, and giggled. Her curved eyebrows hurt Murong Jie's heart.

"What's your name?" Murong Jie asked hoarsely, his voice choking.

"Tian En!"

Tian En, a gift from God, is really a good name.

Murong Jie put her down and walked out quickly.

Boss Dao was stunned and hurriedly chased after him.

"Prince..."

Murong Jie stopped. He had nowhere to go.

Or rather, he didn't know where to go.

"Xiao Dao, don't look for her anymore. Go back to Beijing and live a down-to-earth life. Mammy is old, you go back to take care of her." He said disheartenedly.

Boss Dao shook his head, "I won't go back. I won't go back until I find the princess."

"She's dead!" Murong Jie suddenly turned around, his eyes were bloodshot. He had been deceiving himself all along. He told himself that as long as he didn't see her body, she might be alive, but how many times had he been disappointed? So many disappointments converged into the current despair, he couldn't lie to himself.

Boss Dao stared at him blankly, subconsciously shook his head, "No, she won't die."

"If she's not dead, then where is she? If she's not dead, why doesn't she come back?" Murong Jie's face was horrified, everything couldn't stand up to scrutiny, if she's not dead, where is she? If she's fine, why doesn't she come back?

Boss Dao panicked when he saw him like this, and murmured, "Anyway, she's not dead, anyway, she's not dead, she must still be alive."