"Hahahaha... Dead, good riddance! Yue'er, did you see that? Father has avenged you, avenged you..."

After seeing the death of Jiang Kangcheng, who had killed his daughter, Zhang Tian went completely mad, jumping and leaping about, even taking off his raincoat.

He laughed loudly in the rain, and would jump into any puddle he saw, repeating those two phrases over and over.

"Hahaha, revenge is here! They're all dead, hahaha... Yue'er, they're all dead..."

He was talking and laughing, then he started crying again, acting crazy. It's unclear when he'll come to his senses this time.

“Miss, now that the master is in the afterlife, he can rest in peace.”

Today, with his great revenge fulfilled, Xie Quan came all the way from Yushui Village, wanting to witness the Jiang family get their just desserts. Now, his wish has been granted.

"Uncle Quan, if it weren't for you and Uncle Zhang, I wouldn't have been able to clear my father's name so quickly. Thank you both."

After saying that, she looked up at Ah Xu beside her, her eyes lowered slightly: "And Ah Xu, thank you for helping me all this time."

"I told you, whatever you want to do, just do it, I'll always be there for you."

Ah Xu's eyes were firm. He never sought anything in return for helping Xie Wanwan; he was only worried about her safety.

“Miss, I can’t accompany you to the Xie residence. You must take good care of yourself from now on. There are still many things waiting for me at Yushui Manor.”

Xie Quan knelt before Xie Wanwan once more. He was no longer a servant of the Xie family; Su Luo was now his master.

Xie Wanwan helped him up, her face gentle: "Uncle Quan, with your talent and ability, you will be valued by Madam Su sooner or later."

Su Luo values ​​talented people, and someone like Xie Quan can't be expected to look after the estate for Su Luo forever.

"The Vice Minister of Agriculture is a very good master."

Ah Xu and Xie Wanwan watched him leave, while the execution ground was still surrounded by people, some cursing and some using bowls to catch the blood of the beheaded.

It's said that giving this kind of blood to seriously ill people as a medicinal ingredient can make them recover, but that's just superstition.

The rain seemed to want to wash away this dark and corrupt side, and it never stopped.

Ah Xu's shoulder was damp from the rain, but Xie Wanwan was well protected by his umbrella.

"Ah Xu, come with me to the Xie residence. I want to go home."

That was her home, the place where she grew up, the place where her parents lived. This time, she could finally truly go home.

"Okay! I'll go back with you."

An umbrella, a pair of people, Xie Wanwan took Ah Xu's arm, and even Ah Xu was so stunned that he couldn't walk anymore.

"Wanwan, you..."

Seeing his silly look, Xie Wanwan tightened her grip on his hand.

"What, you don't like it?"

Ah Xu's smile stretched almost to his ears, and his heart was pounding. Did Xie Wanwan mean that she also had feelings for him?

"I...I...Wanwan, I like her, I like her very much..."

Xie Wanwan lowered her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and slowly raised her beautiful eyes again, saying, "Then, let's go home."

"Okay! Let's go home."

The two returned to the Xie residence, which was even more dilapidated than it had been that night. It would be difficult for anyone to live there again if it was not properly repaired.

Xie Wanwan had the money to repair the house, but the first thing she wanted to do upon returning was to repair the ancestral hall so that the ancestors of the Xie family could rest in peace.

...

In late February, Chi Yi brought An'an from Changping Village to the capital. Instead of going to the Du residence first, he took An'an back to the Prince Yu's residence.

"Your Highness, this is Miss Yi Huan's personal maid. I brought her back."

An'an didn't recognize Nangong Chiyu, but the moment she looked up, she seemed to want to say something, but then she held it back.

The person in front of me looks just like the young master, but his aura is terrifying. The young master wouldn't be like that.

"Take her downstairs first!"

Nangong Chiyu had his servant take An'an away before letting Chi Yi sit down. An'an wasn't worth him sending Chi Yi to pick her up personally.

He sent Chi Yi to Changping Village, mainly to investigate Chen Huaixu.

"How's the investigation going?"

Chi Yi shook his head and told Nangong Chiyu everything he had seen and heard.

"Your Highness, according to the investigation in Beichuan City, Chen Huaixu died in that chaotic battle, and the villagers who went with him also testified to his death. Therefore, you may not be him!"

Looking at the letters and evidence he had gathered, Nangong Chiyu knew that he was not Chen Huaixu.

Frustrated, he pinched his brow. For the past short time, he had been treating himself as Chen Huaixu, and he was almost ready to accept Su Luo, his nominal wife.

All the evidence now tells him that he is not Chen Huaixu, so who is he? Did he spring from a stone?

"Your Highness, don't be too disappointed. Your illness will get better sooner or later. When that time comes, you will naturally remember who your family members are and what happened."

On his journey to find his memories, the prince was disappointed too many times. He finally met Su Luo, who at least gave him some clues, but the information they found was the same as that of Nangong Qing.

"Chi Yi, do you know how painful this is for me? I have no idea what lies ahead or behind me, and even my fate is not in my own hands..."

Who is he? He thought Su Luo was deliberately ignoring him. Could it be that Su Luo wasn't lying, and that she really didn't know him?

But he has Su Luo's shadow in his memory, why? Why is it so difficult to find out about his background?

"Your Highness, the Vice Minister of Agriculture has built a cenotaph for Chen Huaixu, and his memorial tablet has also been placed in the family ancestral hall. He can finally rest in peace."

Human hearts are unpredictable, and Chi Yi values ​​evidence above all else. Since it has been found that the prince is not Chen Huaixu, then he must not be.

Seeing the prince's disappointed look, Chi Yi hesitated for a long time before finally saying something.

"Your Highness, I met Chen Yanchuan, the son of the Deputy Minister of Agriculture, at the Chen residence. When I first saw him, I thought I was seeing things. He looks more like you than Yi Huan does."

Aside from his eyes resembling those of the Vice Minister of Agriculture, he looks exactly like you.

As he spoke, he took two paintings and placed them in front of Nangong Chiyu.

"Your Highness, these are paintings I commissioned from Madam Chen, who said that the Vice Minister of Agriculture missed them. I then brought them to the capital to express my longing to the Vice Minister of Agriculture, which is how these two paintings came about."

Look, one of these is by Chen Yanchuan, and the other is by Madam Chen, Chen Huaixu's mother.

Nangong Chiyu first opened Yan Chuan's portrait. The painter had done a very good job. Yan Chuan's eyebrows were heroic, and his nose and mouth were exactly the same as Yan Chuan's.

Although he and Yi Huan are twins, his masculinity has already been evident.

If he stood next to Chen Yanchuan, everyone would say they were father and son.

"You're saying this boy is really Su Luo's child?"

Chi Yi never lied to him: "Yes, it was only after returning to Changping Village that I truly learned some things about the Deputy Minister of Agriculture that others didn't know, and I also learned how she married Chen Huaixu."