☆ Chapter 116 The mystery of her origins is about to be revealed.
Zhou Mujiao is not one to create unnecessary trouble or get herself into problems. Not to mention that she already suspects that her mother has a close relationship with Jiang Wuyu, even if Jiang Wuyu is indeed her mother's relative, and her mother is her maternal grandmother, she should not go to meet or acknowledge her, even if she knows that Jiang Wuyu is not the real Zhou Mujiao.
The case of Tao Hong and the Monkey Spirit is connected to the disappearance of the beloved daughter of Governor-General Li of Guangdong and Guangxi twenty years ago. Jiang Wuyu, the leader of the Six Doors, also disappeared twenty years ago, and Tao Hong and the Monkey Spirit died at his hands. After seeing her again, he showed that same expression and then decided to stay and insist on working under her...
You don't even need to think about it carefully to figure out the relationship between them.
Her mother, Bai Xiuzhu, was very likely the daughter of Governor Li, Miss Li. As for why her mother, who was a free person before and after her marriage, chose not to contact the Li family, she had no idea.
Her impression of Bai Xiuzhu was only superficial, based on the original owner's gentleness, kindness, and love for her children. Naturally, she had no real feelings for her. Besides, Zhao Yunjing was now in prison, and she should be focusing all her energy on finding the real culprit for him.
However, just as the words of refusal were forming in her mind, her heart clenched painfully, almost causing her to faint, and her face turned deathly pale.
Jiang Wuyu's expression changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly: "Miss Zhou?!"
Zhou Mujiao pressed her hand to her chest and waved gently, "It's alright. Let's go."
"Alright, I'll take you to Huichuntang."
The dull pain came and went quickly. Apart from feeling a little weak, Zhou Mujiao felt nothing else. She waved her hand and said, "It's alright. I can go by myself if anything happens. Didn't you ask me to pretend to be your sister and visit your mother? Let's go."
"You...you're willing to go?"
Zhou Mujiao stood up: "I've never been well-liked by elders since I was little. I've always thought it was my own fault. Now that I have a chance to overturn that conclusion, I'm quite happy to do so. But if the old lady finds out later that I'm not her real daughter and she gets angry and doesn't rest in peace, please don't blame me."
Jiang Wuyu was on the verge of tears, the tough man in his forties trembling all over: "No, no, she will be very happy."
Xiangyang Lane is not far from Haoyun Restaurant; you can get there by walking through three streets. The Jiang family's house is at the end of the lane.
The door was an old wooden door, looking somewhat dilapidated, but there was a pot of green plants on each side of the doorway. This touch of green was a refreshing sight in the deep alley in the depths of winter.
Pushing open the door, one enters a clean and somewhat empty courtyard. In the corner of the courtyard lies a small white kitten. Hearing the noise, the kitten meows and leaps up, rushing towards Zhou Mujiao. It meows fiercely a few times, then grabs the hem of her skirt, scratching and clawing at her, trying to climb onto her.
Zhou Mujiao thought of Shiba. When Shiba first met her, he was also fierce towards her because of a bowl of sugar water, but later he became very clingy to her.
After picking up the kitten and stroking its fur for a while, Zhou Mujiao turned to Jiang Wuyu and asked, "Uncle Jiang, where is the old lady?"
"Inside the room, please follow me, master."
“Just call me Ajiao, but my mother always calls me Liuya, saying that I am the little girl who is always in her heart.” Zhou Mujiao showed a nostalgic look. “My mother must miss me very much, just like an old lady misses her daughter.”
Jiang Wuyu almost cried again. He hurriedly went into the house, quickly composed himself, and pushed open the old lady's door.
The room was dimly lit and the air was very thin. As soon as Zhou Mujiao entered, her heart felt a little uncomfortable and she felt a little short of breath.
If a healthy young person like her has difficulty breathing in this environment, how can an elderly woman, who is also ill, possibly fare well in such an environment?
While Jiang Wuyu went to help the old lady, Zhou Mujiao pulled back the curtains and opened the window.
Fresh air rushed in, and Zhou Mujiao took a deep breath. When she turned around, she met a pair of eyes that were excited yet restrained.
She was an extremely thin old woman, so thin that her face was covered only by a thin layer of skin. She was half-lying on the bed, struggling to reach out her hand: "Ah... Jiao."
Zhou Mujiao strode over, grasped the old lady tightly, and knelt down on one knee: "Grandma, do you recognize me?"
"You're Ah Jiao, Xiao Yu's boss. I remember you. I've been eating the gifts you gave me last time." The old lady's withered hand clenched back. "Young boss, you're only sixteen this year?"
"Yes, old lady."
The old lady held her hand without speaking. Zhou Mujiao could feel her surging emotions and couldn't help but feel sad. She gently embraced the old lady's thin body with her other hand and whispered, "I have a younger brother. He's very well-behaved and has lofty ambitions. He says he wants to be a great general when he grows up. Don't worry, just focus on getting better. When you feel a little better, I'll bring my brother to see you, okay?"
"Good! Good! Good!"
Zhou Mujiao was used to keeping some commonly used medicines, as well as Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng in her bag. She took out the Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng and handed them to Jiang Wuyu: "Uncle Jiang, my brother and I found these on the mountain. You can stew them for the old lady. Stew a little bit at a time, with chicken, lean meat, or anything else. Once this ginseng is finished, the old lady's illness will be cured."
Jiang Wuyu took the ginseng and lingzhi and went to the kitchen. He had just gone out to buy some meat that morning, and now he was ready to stew it.
In the room, Zhou Mujiao took out a few pieces of tightly wrapped dried sweet potato from her bag, broke off a small piece and stuffed it into the old lady's mouth. The dried sweet potato was soft, sticky and sweet. Although the old lady was sick, her teeth were still sharp, and she finished eating it in no time. She stared longingly at the sweet potato in Zhou Mujiao's hand.
Zhou Mujiao patiently fed her two pieces, then wrapped up the rest and placed them on the table, instructing the old lady that she could only eat a maximum of two pieces a day from now on: "I will have Uncle Jiang keep an eye on things, little old lady, don't be greedy."
"Here, give it to me, take it."
Clutching a few slices of dried sweet potato in one hand, the old lady lay half-reclined in Zhou Mujiao's arms, completely satisfied, feeling that all the regrets of her life had vanished.
Her daughter died, leaving behind a son and a daughter. Her granddaughter looks exactly like her daughter. Although she hasn't met her grandson yet, she can already picture a well-behaved little boy in her mind based on her granddaughter's descriptions.
An hour later, when Jiang Wuyu brought in a bowl of ginseng chicken soup, the old lady had already closed her eyes while leaning against Zhou Mujiao. His hand trembled, and he almost spilled the chicken soup.
He called out "Mother" through his tears, but Zhou Mujiao stopped him, saying, "The old lady is asleep, don't disturb her."
After settling the person onto the bed, Zhou Mujiao touched the mattress and blanket, complaining, "This mattress is too soft; it's bad for the old lady's back. And this blanket is too thick; it's not breathable. Go and change all the bedding. Also, change the curtains to a light color, and open the windows for at least half an hour every day. If you're worried about the old lady getting cold, put a few hot water bottles in the bed. Change them when she gets cold. Remember, you absolutely cannot burn charcoal in the room; it will cause carbon monoxide poisoning."
Jiang Wuyu wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the old lady's complexion was much rosier than before, and she no longer looked deathly pale.
"Please rest assured, sir, I, Jiang, will do everything in my power to find the real culprit for Young Master Zhao!"
"Don't worry, your mother will get better."
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