Gui Xian Ju Tea House is a three-story building with a separate courtyard tea room, a favorite spot for the wealthy.

Nie Fantian spent a lot of money to rent a small courtyard, where green bamboo and red plum blossoms complemented each other, creating a very quiet and elegant atmosphere.

Qin had never seen such a high-class place before, and she followed Jiang Zhi timidly.

Jiang Zhi and the others were led to the courtyard by the waiter, where they saw Nie Fantian standing under the eaves. In just three days, his face had darkened, looking as gloomy as if it were about to rain.

Only two of his attendants were in the courtyard.

"Xiao Tian!"

Jiang Zhi was a little worried about his mental state. She herself couldn't stand hearing about Du Baolin's affairs, so Nie Fantian would find it even more unbearable.

Nie Fantian nodded: "Aunt, come with me!" He turned and went into the tea room. Jiang Zhi followed him in, but stopped as soon as she entered.

Two elderly people, both in their sixties, were sitting in the tea room. Although they were dressed in brocade, their hair was completely white and their faces were aged.

What's most heartbreaking is that the two elderly people are now bound hand and foot, with cotton balls stuffed in their mouths, glaring angrily at Nie Fantian and Jiang Zhi who just entered the room.

Even without Nie Fantian's introduction, Jiang Zhi knew that these were the two elderly people from the Nie family.

"Xiao Tian, ​​why are you doing this?" Jiang Zhi asked anxiously. How can a family reunion be conducted like this? Bringing him here will surely cause a huge uproar.

Nie Fantian said coldly, "I told them before that I am the son of the Nie family, but they didn't believe me. They insisted that I was a fraud and even wanted to report me to the authorities and send me to jail. This is the only way I can quiet them down."

Aunt, I don't have time to waste here. Believe me, this is my only chance. I just want justice for myself!

Jiang Zhi understood that Nie Fantian recognizing his relatives was just a trivial matter in his life.

In the original book, the author's "aunt" died early on, and Xu Family Village never existed, so there was no such thing as recognizing relatives.

Whether it's myself or Nie Fantian, we are actually just minor supporting characters in each other's stories, dispensable.

Whether the Nie family acknowledges him or not is irrelevant to Nie Fantian now; his only enemies are Du Baolin and Xu Xiaolan.

Since that's the case, Nie Fantian doesn't need to waste time beating around the bush, and regardless of whether the Nie family can handle it, he'll reveal his hand directly.

Hearing Nie Fantian and Jiang Zhi's conversation, the two old people's eyes widened even more, and they made muffled noises as they struggled to break free from their restraints.

Jiang Zhi walked over, but did not rush to untie them. She first bowed and said, "Grandpa Nie, Madam, we will not hurt you. We just hope you can calm down and listen to me say a few words."

Grandpa Nie glared angrily, his age spots clearly visible on his face, but he did not struggle any further.

The elderly lady next to me was clearly unwell, leaning her head to the side against the back of the chair.

Jiang Zhi didn't dare to hesitate. She first removed the cotton ball from the old lady's mouth and helped her up, saying, "Madam, don't get agitated. Since everyone's here, listen to what we have to say first, then you can be angry later. Xiao Tian, ​​quickly give the old lady some hot tea!"

Nie Fantian also came over at this time, picked up the teapot on the table, poured out a cup of hot water, and carefully let the old lady drink a few sips.

As the tea entered her mouth, the old lady calmed down: "No matter what you're trying to do, we won't believe you."

Jiang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was not shouting or making a fuss. Then she said to Grandpa Nie, "Grandpa, don't get agitated. We'll just say a few words, just like Xiao Tian said. You can believe it or not. If you agree, I'll let go!"

After Grandpa Nie nodded, Jiang Zhi took out a cotton ball for him as well.

Unexpectedly, even in his old age, the old man still has a volatile temper, just like Xiaoman.

As soon as he took the item, he said in a loud voice, "I'm a man who's been buried up to my neck. I've seen all kinds of snakes, insects, and ants. Don't try to make up lies to deceive me."

Nie Fantian sneered: "The liar is right in front of you, and you don't even recognize him."

Jiang Zhi suddenly realized that the grandfather and grandson had very similar temperaments, but this was not the time to bicker or argue, as the two old people were still tied up!

"Xiao Tian, ​​have you shown that quilt cover to Grandpa Nie?" Jiang Zhi asked Nie Fantian.

Others who are trying to reunite with their relatives have birthmarks, jade pendants, plum blossom marks, or other such things, but Nie Fantian only has his mouth to do it.

The Nie family doesn't believe they've ever lost a child, so their sudden appearance to claim their "grandson" is incredibly difficult.

Too much time had passed, and the Nie family had not left Nie Fantian any items that could serve as a memento.

The only thing that stands out is the quilt cover; hopefully, the two elderly people still remember it.

Nie Fantian's tone was unpleasant: "We've seen them, but they don't recognize them!"

At this moment, there was a tattered piece of embroidery on the table.

It was probably Jiang Zhi's simple, honest peasant face that made her seem believable. Old Master Nie, having been in business for many years, still had a good eye. Seeing that the woman didn't seem to be faking it, he said, "Have someone loosen the rope for me, and I'll take a closer look."

It's a good thing that they can speak properly. Without Jiang Zhi having to say anything, Nie Fantian immediately untied the two old people.

Looking at the red marks on her wrist, Jiang Zhi thought to herself: This grandson's gift to his grandfather is quite special, a very auspicious start.

Old Master Nie examined the embroidery on the quilt cover carefully again, and shook his head, saying, "My Nie family runs a cloth shop, so when preparing a dowry for our only daughter, it is naturally made of fine silks and satins, and the embroiderers are carefully selected."

"This mountain cloth, though fine, is not something I'd use to make a quilt for a hundred sons and a thousand grandsons. Where would that leave the reputation of my Nie Family Cloth Shop?"

"Young man, you've really mistaken me for someone else!" The old man said tactfully, clearly not wanting to provoke Nie Fantian any further and have himself tied up again.

Nie Fantian's face grew increasingly gloomy, but Jiang Zhi was still unwilling to give up: "Grandpa, what if this embroidery wasn't done by the embroiderer, but was a gift from an outsider!"

"Impossible, I own a cloth shop..."

"Could I take another look?" the elderly woman, who seemed unwell, asked from the side.

Jiang Zhi felt a glimmer of hope and handed the embroidered piece to her, thinking that her mother might be more observant and recognize the difference in the embroidered piece.

However, after examining it carefully, the old lady shook her head: "My daughter's wedding quilt was made by an embroiderer, not with this coarse needle..."

She stopped halfway through her sentence, as if lost in memories, and murmured, "Before the wedding, Sister Yin once said that she liked the mountain children embroidered by the mountain people, carrying loads and baskets, just like seeing Baolin working when he was a child!"

The old lady's words brought back memories for Old Master Nie: "Yin'er said that the wedding should be simple, fearing that it would be embarrassing for the son-in-law to come to the door, so she used the wedding quilt sent by Du Baolin's hometown!"

The words stopped there, and the two old people's faces immediately turned ugly.

Grandpa Nie's hand holding the embroidery trembled slightly. He looked at Nie Fantian and said sternly, "I personally went to Pingchuan County to bring Jin Ying back to Jincheng from her mother's side. She hasn't left her side for a single day. Where did you get this embroidery piece from and try to impersonate my grandson?"

He accepted that the embroidered piece might be his daughter's keepsake, but he couldn't believe that Nie Fantian was his grandson.

Nineteen years have passed, and he will never forget how he rushed to Pingchuan County in just two days after receiving the news.

What can be seen is the daughter who has already been placed in the coffin, and the soft, little girl whose crying voice is hoarse.

At that time, Mr. Nie was only forty years old when his hair turned white overnight, and his wife fainted and fell seriously ill. It took her half a year to recover, and she continued to take medicine from then on.

Fortunately, his son-in-law was considerate of his grief over the loss of his beloved daughter and agreed to keep his granddaughter by his side to fulfill his filial duty, which helped him get through these difficult times.

But his granddaughter had just gotten married, and now another man had appeared, claiming to be his own grandson. How could he possibly believe it!