Mr. Jiang attached great importance to gifts and refused to accept his granddaughter's kneeling greeting no matter what.

Wei Hanzhang had no choice but to look at his grandmother.

Old Zhao held her granddaughter's hand and said with a smile, "Your grandfather is right. Etiquette cannot be abolished. You are already half a royal family member. How can a monarch kneel down and bow to his subjects?"

Seeing his grandmother also said so, Wei Hanzhang could only give up, took the old lady's arm and sat down, and asked affectionately: "Are you two in good health?"

"All right, all right." Old Mrs. Zhao clapped her hands, looked at the descendants in the hall, and said with a smile: "All of you come over to greet me."

Of the three branches in the Jiang family, except for the eldest branch who has not yet returned to Beijing, the descendants of the other two branches are all here.

Although they grew up in the same mansion, he was a little hesitant to recognize this cousin who was raised at home.

It is true that Wei Hanzhang has changed too much in the past six months, especially after she came of age. She seems to have been reborn, like a peony that is carefully watered and nurtured and blooms little by little, beautiful and elegant, no longer the immature and ignorant person she was in Xuzhou.

It seemed that he was living a happy and contented life, and didn't seem to have been neglected at all.

There are not many heirs in the two houses, and the gift is not just for Wei Hanzhang, but mainly for Aunt Jiang.

Jiang was well prepared and gave gifts to everyone with a smile.

After Jiang Zhixue kowtowed, she sat next to Wei Hanzhang, looked at her with shining eyes, and said, "Ranran, you have changed so much that I can't recognize you now."

Wei Hanzhang paused for a moment while holding the fan, and whispered, "As I recall, we just met two months ago."

...It's only been two months, and she wasn't dressed up today, so we couldn't recognize her.

Jiang Zhixue was a bit reserved, and only relaxed around her sisters. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Old Zhao say, "Now that we've met, let's all go out and play. Don't stay here. Let's talk, grandparents and grandchildren."

The young masters and ladies of the Jiang family, except for a few young masters who were already married, the rest were all young. They all wanted to get closer to the cousin of the future Crown Princess, but since old Madam Zhao had spoken, no one, including the two young ladies of the Jiang family, dared to show their disappointment.

After bowing, he led his children in his room and left.

Before Jiang Zhixue and her mother left, she reluctantly pulled Wei Hanzhang's sleeve and said, "Ranran, remember to come find me after you finish talking to your grandmother. I..."

She hesitated to speak, and Wei Hanzhang saw this, smiled and patted her arm, "I understand, cousin, just wait for me."

Since she knew that Jiang Zhixue's in-laws had broken off her engagement, and since they grew up together, how could she not show some personal concern?

Soon, only Old Zhao and Wei Hanzhang and her daughter were left in the inner hall.

Mr. Jiang was not good at joining in women's conversations, so he got up and went to the study.

The servants had left at some point, leaving only two trusted maids to serve.

"This is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you loved most since childhood. Your mother was in such a hurry when you were in Xuzhou that she forgot to send this cook to accompany you to Beijing." Old Zhao pinched a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and handed it to her granddaughter, saying, "Try it, it still tastes the same."

The tender white pastry was embellished with a few fresh flower petals, which looked crystal clear. Wei Hanzhang's nose felt sore and he almost cried. He quickly took the pastry and put it into his mouth to cover it up. After swallowing it, he held back his tears and said, "It's the craftsmanship of Grandma Gu."

Old Zhao said, "If Ranran likes it, take it back. If you want to eat it, she will make it for you."

"No, you also like the walnut juice made by Gu Mama, so you should keep it." Wei Hanzhang shook his head and said, "I can come to your place to eat it whenever I want."

Wei Hanzhang was holding a teacup, and upon hearing this, he paused for a moment and said, "We met in the cherry orchard of the Cao family..."

When old Mrs. Zhao saw that she mentioned her lover without any girlish shyness on her face, her heart skipped a beat. She slowly stopped smiling and looked at her eldest daughter.

Jiang received her mother's questioning look and said helplessly, "Girls change their minds quickly. She was obviously happy a few days ago, but I don't know how she changed her mind."

Old Zhao frowned and looked at her granddaughter, and asked with concern: "Ran Ran, is His Highness treating you badly?"

...Isn’t His Highness treating you well?

Xiao Junzhan had just returned to the capital. He had been with his sweetheart day and night these days, and suddenly he felt empty and uncomfortable when he couldn't see her anymore. After the court session, he simply left the palace with his future father-in-law and went straight to the Jiang Mansion to look for her.

He left the palace incognito. Except for Wei Heng, no one in the Jiang residence knew his identity, so naturally no one came to greet him. All the way to the outside of the main hall, he heard these words.

He paused slightly and subconsciously used his eyes to stop the servants outside the door from reporting.

Then I heard the slightly dull voice of the little girl inside.

Wei Hanzhang said: "He is very good to me."

To be fair, apart from his habit of always kissing her, Xiao Boqian was really good to her.

But there was no sweetness on her face. How could Old Zhao believe it? She stroked her hair and said in a serious tone, "Does His Highness really treat you well? You can speak your mind in front of your grandmother."

This is the child who grew up under her lap. How could she not see that her Ran Ran's condition was not like what her daughter said she admired His Highness.

Wei Hanzhang glanced helplessly at his grandmother who was filled with worry, and said, "To be honest, he is really good to me. Even my biological father is not as good to me as he is."

In order to put the old man at ease, Wei Hanzhang continued: "He has considered every aspect very carefully for me. Don't worry, he really treats me well."

She was just poisoned by a poison, but she did not lose her memory, so she could not go against her conscience and say that the man was not good to her.

Old Mrs. Zhao believed it a little. They had a deep affection for each other as grandmother and granddaughter, and there was nothing they couldn't talk about. Her granddaughter would never lie to her.

Outside, Xiao Junzhan felt as if his heart was soaked in honey. The sweetness in his heart made his chest, which had been sore these days, feel very comfortable. His expression softened as well, which made Wei Heng, who was worried that his daughter would say something, breathe a sigh of relief.

Before I could finish my breath, I heard my mother-in-law say, "If that's the case, why did Ranran change his mind?"

Wei Heng was so frightened that he nearly cried out, but Ning Hai quickly stopped him by pressing acupoints.

As a result, the two maids guarding the door also had their mute points pressed.

Xiao Junzhan turned a blind eye to this and focused all his attention on the movements in the inner room.

Soon, after a long silence, Wei Hanzhang stared at the concerned eyes of his grandmother and mother, and said hesitantly: "Something happened that affected me, otherwise I would still like him and have not changed my mind."

...Should? Xiao Junzhan savored the word carefully, his expression not changing at all.

(End of this chapter)