Jiang Sheng was stunned.
Just as they were hesitating about whether to ask the Jiang family for help, Old Madam Jiang appeared in the alley outside Fengtian Prefecture.
She wore light-colored cotton clothes, and her smile wasn't deliberate; only her eyes were filled with gentleness.
As Jiang Sheng looked up, Old Madam Jiang was also looking around.
She didn't seem to see Jiang Sheng, so she turned around and asked in confusion. After hearing Tan Yue's words, she suddenly realized where she was and found the right direction in the crowd.
This time it was Jiang Sheng's turn to be puzzled.
Yao Siqing said in a light tone, "As people get older, their eyesight deteriorates, and they can no longer see things very far away. They can only rely on their maids to judge."
In other words, across such a wide street, Old Madam Jiang could only see a blurry figure, not her beloved granddaughter.
Jiang Sheng suddenly felt a pang of sadness. She felt she should take two steps forward, at least so that the old lady could see clearly.
My feet followed my thoughts, subconsciously lifting and lowering themselves.
Tan Yue, who was in the alley, suddenly became excited, "Madam, Miss is here, she's here!"
Madam Jiang's expression remained unchanged, but her hand unconsciously tidied her temples. "Are my clothes still neat? Is my hair messy?"
"It's not messy, it's not messy at all. She's still a neat and tidy old lady," Tan Yue coaxed her.
Only then did Madam Jiang reveal a knowing smile, watching the child, who had been blurred into a blur, gradually become clear and grow into a graceful young woman.
Eleven years have passed.
Time flies and ages us all; countless sighs cannot bring us back.
If she could, Old Madam Jiang would probably be the one who most wants to go back to eleven years ago. She would definitely protect the baby and not give anyone the chance to switch places.
Unfortunately, the rarest thing in the world is "what if".
Looking at the old lady Jiang with her full head of silver hair, Jiang Sheng hesitated for a moment, but still followed Yao Siqing's instructions and performed the proper etiquette of a well-bred young lady, saying politely, "Greetings, old lady Jiang."
"Why are you still calling her 'Old Madam'? You should call her 'Grandmother'," Tan Yue reminded her from the side.
Madam Jiang quickly waved her hand, her eyes crinkling with a smile, "Call me whatever you want, it's just a form of address."
Jiang Sheng twisted her fingers, unsure how to respond or how to interact with powerful and influential people.
"Good child, you've come because of your elder brother's matter, haven't you?" Old Madam Jiang seemed to know what she was thinking. "Don't worry, the Jiang family will not stand idly by."
Jiang Sheng's eyes lit up.
The Jiang family, like the Fang family, is a distinguished family with military achievements. However, unlike the Fang family, which transitioned to civil service, General Jiang is still fighting on the frontier. Even if he were to become a civil official, it would have to be the next generation.
In terms of influence alone, the Jiang family is no less powerful than the Fang family.
only……
Jiang Sheng hesitated for a while before finally saying, "Then do I still need to go back to the Jiang family?"
“No need,” Madam Jiang smiled. “If you’re happy with your brothers, then stay outside.”
Jiang Sheng was stunned.
She thought that Old Madam Jiang needed her to go back, and at least the Jiang family's help should have a legitimate reason, rather than offending the Fang family for the sake of an orphan girl.
"I'll help you if you want, there's no need for so many reasons." Old Madam Jiang smiled. "Don't think so much, just live happily."
This result was beyond Jiang Sheng's expectations and made her extremely excited.
Eagerly, she started counting on her fingers: the Jiang family, the Dou family, the He family, and if she added the Qi family, what were the chances of helping Xu Mo regain justice?
While watching from the side, Old Madam Jiang suddenly waved to someone in the distance.
A slender figure in green approached and bowed gracefully, saying, "Greetings, Great-Grandmother."
Jiang Sheng's thoughts were interrupted, her mind went blank, and her small mouth opened slightly.
Madam Jiang suppressed a laugh, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "The relationships among the prominent families of Fengjing are complex. The Jiang family represents more than just the Jiang family. You can put your mind at ease."
“Yes,” Yao Siqing chimed in. “The Jiang family is related to the Yao family by marriage, and also to the Liao family by marriage, and has some connection with the Tao family… It’s a complex and intertwined relationship, not just a figure of speech.”
Therefore, Sister Yao was not a like-minded friend, but her cousin.
Jiang Sheng's feelings became increasingly complicated.
The reason for that chance encounter, the sudden gesture of goodwill, and the earnest teachings from a mentor who was also a friend, was found at this moment.
She didn't know what emotions she should have. Was she sad that her first friend was still a relative, or displeased that Old Madam Jiang had actually placed her maternal granddaughter in front of her granddaughter?
But none of them hurt her; they were even helping her.
Jiang Sheng was not an ungrateful person. Having struggled to make a living for a long time, she was sincerely grateful to everyone who helped her.
When she caught a glimpse of Old Madam Jiang swaying slightly out of the corner of her eye, she instinctively rushed over and reached out to support her.
The moment our skin touched, it was a touch of age, yet also an indescribable warmth.
"I'm getting old and not very useful anymore," Madam Jiang said with a wry smile. "It seems I can't stay here any longer. Let Siqing stay with Nannan."
“Madam, you’re in really good health. I stood for an hour and my whole body ached, but you’re only swaying now,” Tan Yue comforted her from the side.
The old lady smiled without saying a word, gently patted Jiang Sheng's little bun before sitting back in the carriage.
As the coachman cracked his whip, the carriage gradually disappeared from sight.
Jiang Sheng turned around, but before she could speak, Yao Siqing hugged her with a bitter face, "Little Jiang Jiang, don't be angry with me or your great-aunt. She was afraid you would suffer, so she asked me to teach you."
Teach her the etiquette of a distinguished family, how to interact with others, how to handle matters, and how to be poised and graceful.
After all that preparation by Madam Jiang, how could she not want her to come home?
Respecting her choice is simply because I don't want her to be sad or hurt.
Now that we've reached a critical juncture, they're still willing to step forward and help.
Jiang Sheng was at a loss for words. She could only stammer, "Sister Yao, I should go back, right?"
The Jiang family cannot help an orphan girl without a reason, but they will help the eldest daughter of the Jiang family.
As Madam Jiang grew older, her life began to count down, with each day bringing her one less day to live.
Jiang Sheng felt she couldn't be too heartless.
“But,” Yao Siqing said seriously, “Jiang Sheng, what your great-aunt least wants is for you to compromise. She hopes you will live freely.”
“It wasn’t that difficult.” Jiang Sheng opened her eyes wide. “I just… suddenly wanted to know what it’s like to have a grandmother.”
Doesn't it resemble Er Gou from Shili Pu Village, who ran to his grandmother after being beaten by his parents, crying loudly?
After crying, they get to drink sugar water, eat pastries, and watch their parents get beaten and howl in pain.
Er Gou repeatedly boasted to Jiang Sheng, "I have a grandmother, the best grandmother in the world, I love my grandmother the most."
But at that time, Jiang Sheng was too hungry and only wanted to eat. She didn't even care about her parents, let alone her grandmother.
Finally, she was full and no longer hungry. She also had the chance to drink her grandmother's sweet soup and eat her grandmother's pastries.
The little girl looked up, her bright eyes showing a mix of nervousness, unease, worry, and a barely perceptible hint of anticipation.
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