Chapter 299: Jiang Wen Fu

She glanced at her grandmother, who just rubbed her hair, saying, "You're just a kid, don't think too much; even if the sky falls, they'll hold it up."

It felt like being loved, yet curiosity stirred, wanting to know what had happened back then.

Looking at her grandmother's white hair, her grandfather's back was already somewhat stooped.

Looking at the maternal grandmother's white hair, the maternal grandfather already had a somewhat stooped back.

Since they think the time hasn't come, it means I'm not strong enough yet; when I become strong, someday I will know everything from back then.

After having lunch with her grandmother, Jiang Yunchu handed another herb packet to the attendant beside her grandmother, saying, "I've written everything clearly on the packet: each pack's ingredients, what to add, I noted it all on paper; please trouble the attendant with the soup."

After having lunch with the maternal grandmother, Jiang Yunchu again handed the medicine packet to the attendant beside the maternal grandmother, saying, "I've written everything clearly on it—each packet, what the ingredients are, what needs to be added—I've noted it all on the paper; the soup will be troublesome for you, attendant."

But time didn't allow it; having already set out, she would advance like a general heading into battle, forward without retreat.

"Yes, young miss, rest assured; the attendant will watch and make sure the soup is properly stewed."

The attendant looked at Jiang Yunchu's concerned expression, smiled with relief, took the herb packet directly and locked it in the cabinet; these are the herb packets the young miss gave, the old lady will surely be able to drink them.

The attendant looked at Jiang Yunchu's concerned expression, smiled with relief, took the medicine packet directly and locked it into the cabinet; these are the medicine packets given by the young miss, the old lady will surely be able to drink them.

Just as Jiang Yunchu was about to return to the manor, Kang Mei rushed in from outside, hurriedly asking for her whereabouts without seeing anyone, and ran straight to Jiang Yunchu.

Seeing the aunt's anxious look, Jiang Yunchu nodded, "Alright, let's go."

Her grandmother was old; after lunch she had already been lulled to sleep, the medicinal soup had been prepared, everything that needed to be seen at Kang Fu had been seen, and everyone felt relieved.

The maternal grandmother is old; after lunch she has already been coaxed to sleep, the medicine soup has been prepared, everyone who should have been seen at Kang Fu has been seen, and everyone is relieved.

"Your father has returned."

"He received a secret edict from His Majesty and returned in secret."

"He wants to see you once, and after that he will go to the battlefield."

Kang Mei's few words each struck like a thunderbolt, finally…

Kang Mei's few words, each like a thunderclap, finally……

She had long been curious about this father.

It's no wonder she's curious; the original owner was curious too—in the original owner's impression, they had only caught a distant glimpse of Jiang Wen Fu once, and before they could even see what he looked like, the attendant below had already taken them away.

After that, they never saw him again; even his appearance was just a blurry shadow, indistinct.

"Anything wrong?" Upon mentioning him, Jiang Yunchu's brows instinctively furrowed.

"Your father didn't say."

Kang Mei smiled lightly, then looked at Yun chu and said, "Yun chu, he… is not a bad person."

Kang Mei lightly laughed, then looked at Yun chu and said, "Yun chu, he…… is not a bad person."

But that was all she said; Kang Mei didn't continue.

Jiang Yunchu frowned, wondering what kind of person could make both her mother and aunt so devoted.

Her curiosity about Jiang Wen Fu was rekindled; her mother, the emperor's maternal uncle, and she herself had heard the most from him, and according to his account, her mother was gentle on the outside but resolute within.

Her curiosity about Jiang Wen Fu was aroused again; her mother, the emperor's maternal uncle, and she herself had spoken the most about him; according to his account, her mother was a person who was gentle on the outside but steadfast within.

No! Mother could not!

Aunt… could not either!

She always felt something was off, yet something blocked her view, preventing her from seeing the truth.

The Jiang residence—she had been there many times before; today seemed no different as Kang Mei led Jiang Yunchu straight to the study.

"Your father is inside; go in yourself."

Kang Mei lightly patted her shoulder, smiling gently, "No matter when, you can always trust him."

Kang Mei lightly patted her shoulder, smiling gently, "No matter when, you can trust him."

Kang Mei's voice was soft and light, carrying a soothing tone.

Kang Mei's voice was shallow and light, carrying a hint of soothing comfort.

Jiang Yunchu nodded slightly, but she only trusted her own feelings and her own interactions; she never believed anyone's words, because words can deceive, but hearts do not.

Jiang Yunchu lightly nodded, but she only trusted her own feelings and her own interactions; she never believed anyone's words, because words can deceive, but the human heart will not.

Jiang Yunchu knocked on the door, without any hesitation.

Soon, a deep voice sounded from inside the room, "Come in."

In the voice, there was no emotion, even carrying the pressure of a superior.

Jiang Yunchu pushed the door open and saw a man standing before the bookshelf, his back to her, wearing a coarse blue cloth robe, his dark hair tied up in a crown on his head, but his crown was neither silver nor jade, but a wooden one.

His back was straight, his hand extended forward as if holding something; upon hearing the door push, his breath noticeably paused, then quickly returned to normal.

His back was straight, his hand stretched forward, possibly holding something; after hearing the sound of the door being pushed, it was obvious that one could feel his breath pause, then quickly return to normal.

Upon father and daughter meeting, Jiang Yunchu raised her eyebrows, not expecting him to calmly say those three words.

Yet he did not turn around.

"Hn!"

Jiang Yunchu softly replied, and the study fell into silence.

The figure in the blue robe finally set down what was in his hands, then slowly turned.

Jiang Yunchu narrowed her eyes, as if trying to see something clearly—why… it felt somewhat familiar?

Why would it feel familiar?

Even if they had only seen each other from afar in childhood, it wouldn't feel this familiar.

Clearly a stranger, someone who couldn't stir any emotion in her, yet why did she feel a sense of familiarity?

Clearly he is a stranger, and even unable to stir any of my emotions, yet why do I feel a sense of familiarity?

The man smiled, not like a general of a state, but more like a refined scholar, exuding an air of erudition.

That man had a smile on his face; he did not look like a general of a nation, but rather like a refined scholar, full of the air of a literati.

It's me.

Jiang Yunchu lightly nodded, then agreed.

The man smiled, then pointed to the table beside him, 'Have a seat.'

Jiang Yunchu was not at all polite; she merely had doubts in her heart, waiting to find some clues. As for father-daughter feelings, don't be ridiculous—she had never seen this person from childhood to adulthood, what father-daughter feelings could there be? Moreover, she is not the original self.

Jiang Wen Fu looked at the person before him, who had just been standing at the Gate; outside it was too bright, and Yun chu stood in the darkness, so he couldn't see clearly.

At this moment...

He finally saw clearly the person before him; that appearance was indeed identical to Ying Ying's.

Only the firmness in his brows and eyes, plus a youthful stubbornness and vigorous spirit, were somewhat different.

I am Jiang Wen Fu.

Jiang Wen Fu didn't know how to start; after pouring a cup of tea for Yun chu, he directly began his self-introduction.

Jiang Yunchu didn't touch that cup of tea; instead, she looked at the man before her, even pondering in her heart the source of familiarity.

I know.

Her voice was calm, truly without any fluctuation.

After you married into the Wang Fu, is there anything you're not used to? Do you need any help? You can tell your aunt.

Jiang Wen Fu had imagined her crying, imagined her laughing, even imagined her as a trapped little beast...

Only he had not imagined that she would be so calm, that nothing could disturb her inner peace.