Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"...my background?"

Xiang Xing was dumbfounded by the question.

But without any hesitation, he tilted his head and recalled the plot and characters given by the system.

After a while, she blinked softly, smiled at Taigong Han, and answered very seriously.

"I used to be a child in a village on the border of Xiuyue Kingdom. Ten years ago, due to wars and floods, our village collapsed. The villagers became refugees and have been living a life of displacement..."

"...Until three years ago, I was taken in by the spy agency directly under the Xiuyue Kingdom's Prince Xiujin. They trained me to be a spy...I came to Luo Yunguo to perform a mission and became a national teacher."

...

Hearing that she was so unprepared, shaking out her background and identity, Mrs. Han couldn't help staring in surprise.

Immediately, he stared at her gently all the way to the side, and every time he said a word, his grandson, who held her big palm a little tighter, glanced at her.

He couldn't help but laughed twice in his heart.

This little brat is very good at tuning and teaching.

"Well, it is indeed consistent with what Grandpa and I investigated."

After listening to Xiang Xing's complete description of the whole process, the old lady Han smiled kindly and nodded.

But he changed the subject again, and clenched his jaw towards the letter in Yan Heng's hand, "However, can you guess how the letter describes your life experience?"

"...The letter was written to me?"

The little guy paused, raised his little finger subconsciously, and pointed to himself.

He couldn't help frowning oddly, and his apricot-colored soft eyes twitched slightly.

Suddenly he smiled jokingly and raised his brows slightly, "Well...you never write what I am, a princess living among the people?"

As she spoke, she picked up the teacup beside her, took a sip of the tea, and moistened her throat.

But seeing the old man on the opposite side with a meaningful smile, he actually nodded.

"That's right."

He stroked his long beard and added with a smile, "Besides, the emperor has already believed in his old man, so he will send grandpa to pick you up."

"puff!--"

Xiang Xing directly spit out all the tea in his mouth, coughing constantly.

what with what?

...is it some hidden plot?

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help rolling his eyes secretly, and squeezed the crested cane with his little hand.

[……Ouch! Alright, let me check it out for you! ]

Duck Duck rubbed his sore buttocks and cried out the original owner's information.

I saw it from the 18th generation of blood relatives of the ancestors, all the way to the comparison of the chromosome model of the original body...

After that, he held the doctor's hat with a strange expression, "Impossible, you can't fight with Emperor Luo Yunguo, so you have no relationship other than your superiors and subordinates. ]

[...Is that so. ]

After listening, Xiang Xing pinched his small chin thoughtfully and pondered.

Suddenly, some broken and vague images flashed across her mind.

Looking at those pictures, the little guy's soft eyes flashed brightly, and he couldn't help grabbing the envelope with intricate and gorgeous lines again, and scrutinized it carefully.

After a while, she laughed softly, and the Korean Taigong shook the envelope in his hand.

Her pink lips slightly opened: "Grandpa, brother Yan Heng, this letter must have been sent to the emperor by Xiu Jin on purpose to confuse him!"

"How do you know?"

Yan Heng froze when she heard the words, and couldn't help but cast a surprised look at her.

But he saw the little guy grinning, his soft eyes curved.

"Because I've seen this."