The matriarch of the Wen family had no time to think about anything else; she had only one thought in her mind: to find the child who had been switched.

She hurriedly went to the address provided by the daughter-in-law. Along the way, the carriage sped by, raising clouds of dust, and her heart grew more and more uneasy with each turn of the wheels.

She sat in the carriage, her hands gripping the hem of her dress tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She gazed at the scenery rushing past the window, her mind filled with anticipation and fear as she imagined the child she was about to meet.

Finally, in a remote village, she met 'Wen Ruo' who looked exactly like her daughter.

At that time, 'Wen Ruo' was sitting in the courtyard drying herbs. Although she was still thin and had a sallow complexion, her health had improved a lot.

Upon seeing the elegant and graceful matriarch of the Wen family suddenly arrive, Wen Ruo trembled with fear, scattering the herbs in her hands onto the ground.

She stared wide-eyed at the uninvited guest before her, her eyes wide with horror.

The matriarch of the Wen family approached slowly, her steps extremely light, as if afraid of frightening the child before her.

She spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly with excitement, as she recounted the whole story in detail.

After hearing the explanation from the matriarch of the Wen family, Wen Ruo stood there dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time, as if all her strength had been drained away, her body trembling slightly.

After regaining her senses, she first stared blankly at the matriarch of the Wen family, then tears welled up in her eyes, but a smile appeared on her lips. She was crying and laughing at the same time, her emotions almost out of control.

The matriarch of the Wen family felt heartache upon seeing this, and tears welled up in her eyes. She slowly stepped forward and gently embraced 'Wen Ruo'.

The mother and daughter embraced and wept, their tears soaking their clothes, and they remained so for a long time.

Feng Qingyun paused at this point, then sighed again, her breath seemingly carrying endless helplessness and emotion as she slowly exhaled.

"Alas, what a pity! Once the trajectory of fate deviates, how easy is it to get back on track?"

Although the matriarch of the Wen family was overjoyed to recognize 'Wen Ruo', reality dealt her a heavy blow.

The baby boy who was switched at birth, thanks to his talent and good fortune, had already entered officialdom and was making waves in the court, enjoying great success.

He was adept at social maneuvering, cultivated relationships with many powerful figures, and wielded considerable influence in the court. His every move could stir up quite a stir.

Under such circumstances, out of a desire to protect the family's reputation and to weigh the situation at court.

Given the complex web of vested interests involved, she simply couldn't reveal 'Wen Ruo's' true identity to the public.

The difficulties involved are hard for outsiders to comprehend. Every decision is like walking on the edge of a cliff, and the slightest misstep could plunge the entire Wen family into utter ruin.

Left with no other choice, she could only carefully arrange a quiet and elegant villa.

The villa is located in a secluded spot on the outskirts of the city, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, surrounded by lush bamboo groves, offering a tranquil and serene atmosphere.

Every plant, tree, brick, and tile in the courtyard was carefully selected by her, from exquisite Taihu stones to flowers of various shapes and sizes, and then to the carved beams and painted rafters of the pavilions.

Everything she did showed her dedication, all for the sake of providing her second daughter with a comfortable place to live.

She allowed 'Wen Ruo' to stay there temporarily, although she couldn't immediately restore her identity.

But whatever they could offer, from the delicacies of three meals a day, to bird's nest porridge in the morning and exquisite pastries at noon.

From the silks and satins that change with the seasons, from the light gauze dresses of spring to the fox fur cloaks of winter.

Then there were all sorts of precious jewelry, paintings, and antiques—nothing was missing, hoping to at least make up for what I had owed her over the years.

Time flies, and in just half a year, under the meticulous care of the matriarch of the Wen family and the nourishment of abundant resources, 'Wen Ruo' is like a completely different person.

The thin, frail appearance of the past is gone, replaced by a rosy complexion and a full spirit, making her look exactly like Zhen Wenruo.

Walking down the street, if you don't know them well, you won't be able to tell the difference at first glance.

However, having only studied for a short period of six months, he only improved his external appearance; his inner cultivation and knowledge still lagged behind considerably.

Her words and actions occasionally reveal traces of her past life; those subtle details can only be noticed by those close to her.

For example, when she performed the greeting in formal occasions, although her movements were quite proper, she lacked the elegance and composure that a noble lady from a prominent family had cultivated since childhood.

While striving for elegance in conversation, one inevitably retains a touch of rustic directness and simplicity.

Back then, Wen Ruo was almost harsh on herself; her room was always filled with all kinds of books and calligraphy practice books.

Every day before dawn, you can hear her reciting poems.

She always felt that she wasn't brought back to the Wen family because she wasn't good enough, not knowledgeable enough, and not elegant enough.

Therefore, she studied all kinds of etiquette with all her might, from the posture of walking and the tone of voice to the proper way to treat others.

He devoted himself to studying music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. His fingertips developed calluses on the strings, his chessboard was filled with chess games, and his drawing paper was piled high with practice pieces.

Her life was filled with studying, leaving her no time to spare. In the spring, while other young ladies enjoyed the flowers and strolled in the garden, she practiced calligraphy in her room.

On summer nights, while others chatted and relaxed in the courtyard, she studied poetry by candlelight. In autumn, as leaves fluttered down, she had no time to appreciate the scenery, focusing instead on the art of tea.

In the bitter winter wind, she continued to practice her piano skills diligently, her fingers turning red from the cold without stopping.

She longed to return to her real home as soon as possible, to make her parents proud, and to be accepted by her family.

At that time, Zhen Wenruo was already pregnant, and her whole being radiated maternal glow.

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