Chapter 480: I am your father, Yun chu

But they are different; Ying Ying's gentleness comes from the depths of her heart, yet her inner self is strong and resolute.

And Yun chu...

She, however, is a girl with a soft heart but a firm countenance.

In a moment, they began to recall, step by step, from their first meeting to everything that followed.

"Yun chu." Jiang Zeyang let out a deep shout.

"I am your father, Yun chu."

That voice carried sorrow and pleading; he had almost killed her, he had almost killed his own daughter.

Jiang Yunchu slowly came to; when she opened her eyes, she was not in her familiar Courtyard, her thoughts drifting back.

She wanted to uncover the secret; the person whom even the emperor's maternal uncle and Jiang's second maternal uncle avoided—who exactly is that person?

What secret is actually hidden?

She followed Ning Chengyan to the bamboo grove, never expecting that he was actually a madman who would directly attack Ning Chengyan, completely disregarding any master-disciple bond.

"Young Princess Consort, you're awake?" Ning Chengyan felt the hand he was holding move, quickly lifted his head, and looked toward Yun chu.

Jiang Yunchu looked at him, "Am I still alive?"

She could feel that suffocating sensation; curiosity killed the cat, her little life was about to end.

But...

"I'm dead too, I've come to keep you company." Ning Chengyan saw her shadow, her mouth slightly open, her big eyes full of bewilderment, looking rather dazed.

After hearing his words, Jiang Yunchu furrowed her brows, then grabbed his ear and twisted it hard without mercy, saying, "Ning Chengyan, you lied to me."

"Wrong, Young Princess Consort, this prince was wrong, truly wrong."

Ning Chengyan hurriedly begged for mercy, though his face still bore a hint of a smile.

His eyes fixed on Jiang Yunchu; as long as you come back to life, that'll be fine.

At that moment, her breathing was somewhat lacking; her condition made her extremely afraid.

Hmph.

"What on earth is going on? Should you tell me?"

"Who exactly is Jiang Zeyang? What secret do you all have? Why can't you tell me?"

She was extremely curious, always feeling that they hid a big secret, yet she couldn't find it.

"When you're better, I'll tell you everything, okay?" Ning Chengyan smoothed Jiang Yunchu's hair, looking at her still somewhat pale face, and coaxed her with a hint of heartache.

I'm fine right now.

Ning Chengyan, don't lie to me.

"Here, there are no kind lies; a deception is a deception."

She is a person who insists on truth; she can accept the worst outcome, but she will never accept deception, even if it is a well-intentioned lie.

"Let me say." At that moment, a figure appeared, blocking the light at the Gate.

Jiang Yunchu raised her head to look at that person; the person wore white robes and had white hair.

Jiang Yunchu looked at him, instinctively narrowing her eyes, "You're not crazy anymore?"

I don't know why; this question just slipped out, even without thinking.

Jiang Zeyang was stunned; he had considered many possibilities, thought she might be afraid, thought she might dodge, thought she might resist him, but he never expected she would ask this question.

"Not crazy anymore." He answered honestly; if the people from Zhongzhou saw this, their eyeballs might fall out.

"Don't wait until I'm better; just tell me what's going on." Jiang Yunchu's gaze swept back and forth over the two of them.

She knew that today was the time to unravel the mystery.

Jiang Zeyang glanced at Jiang Yunchu, suddenly noticing that his own disciple was somewhat displeasing to the eye, but his identity as a father had not yet been acknowledged, so his words carried no persuasive weight.

"I am your father." Jiang Zeyang had thought a lot about how to make Yun chu accept it.

In the end, he chose the most straightforward approach.

"How would you scold someone?"

"Who's whose dad isn't necessarily certain!" Jiang Yunchu instinctively retorted, but then saw two strange faces.

She suddenly realized something, her eyes slightly narrowing, her whole state changing; she looked at Ning Chengyan, then at Jiang Zeyang, "What he said is true, right?"

No wonder Mother let me take the surname Jiang; it turns out I was never the Jiang of the second uncle, but the Jiang of Jiang Zeyang.

Her father originally bore the surname Jiang.

"Yes." Ning Chengyan's single word made Jiang Yunchu's face drop.

Inside the room, it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Outside, the Qing feng blew through the bamboo grove, bringing a swishing sound.

"Yun chu, you can refuse to acknowledge me; don't feel pressured—I can stay far away from you." At this moment, Jiang Zeyang seemed like a frightened child.

He had almost killed Yun chu; how could Yun chu acknowledge him?

As long as he can stay by his daughter's side, as long as he can watch her from afar, that's enough.

He used to think that only he remained in the world, lonely and alone.

But now, Ying Ying is alive, Yun chu is his daughter, and he is no longer alone.

He must find Ying Ying and protect Yun chu well.

"I have no pressure." When Jiang Yunchu lifted her head, her big eyes slightly narrowed, like a crescent moon in the sky.

The corners of her mouth slightly lifted, and her whole aura showed no resistance.

She is Jiang Yunchu.

She knows many things that others do not.

Even before they knew each other, they already knew each other's affairs.

It turned out that the emperor's maternal uncle's oddness and the second maternal uncle's hesitation were all because of Jiang Zeyang's disappearance.

Even Ning Chengyan wanted to investigate the truth first, then tell himself about his origins.

These people didn't say it, but each one was thinking for themselves.

Well…

"What?" Jiang Zeyang lifted his head, flustered like a child.

Their interaction seemed swapped with another family's: the tense one became the father, while the relaxed one became the daughter.

"I'm not nervous, but I have many questions; I'll ask them for my mother." Jiang Yunchu looked at the flustered man before her.

"Ask." Jiang Zeyang nodded seriously.

To avoid frightening his daughter, his white cloth blindfold covered his eyes again, but his divine sense remained fixed on Jiang Yunchu, never leaving.

"Back then, why did you leave?"

This question wasn't just Jiang Yunchu's curiosity; Ning Chengyan beside him also turned to look at his master.

His departure back then was the root of everything now.

"During the Jiang family's calamity, Zhongzhou was in turmoil, and the Jiang family's natal flower, the Muer flower, was stolen by villains."

"Any descendant of the Jiang family must return to aid the main Jiang household."

Jiang Zeyang recalled how, back then, the Muer flower was stolen, villains bloodbathed the Jiang family's branch, and for a time everyone was panic-stricken.

The family's secret letter was delivered into his hands.

"The family nurtured me; as the young master of the Jiang family, this is my duty." He gave a bitter smile.