An Tingyu raised her eyebrows lazily, "If I have an impression, why would I need to refute it with speculation?"
If she had An Tianyu's memory, she would not be so passive.
"Dad, is there anyone else in the Fu family besides this adopted uncle? What does the Fu family do?" An Tingyu suddenly asked. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle. She had never heard of anyone in the Fu family before. She was shocked enough when an uncle suddenly appeared. She didn't want to see a grandpa or grandma running out.
"You have a grandfather. He was the former Grand Tutor of our dynasty. He and your grandfather were good friends through thick and thin. It was because of this relationship that Dad was able to meet your mother and marry her. It's such a pity! Because of your mother's incident, your grandfather immediately resigned and left Tianmen. He also lost contact with us. It wasn't until your grandfather's birthday that we learned from Fu Mo that your grandfather is now living a peaceful life in the State of Chen. As for Fu Mo, he is now the State Tutor of Chen."
"National Master?" An Tingyu was stunned when she heard this. "Isn't the National Master of Chen State Yun Mo?"
She remembered reading in unofficial history that the Chen State's imperial preceptor's surname was Yun, with a single given name, "Mo." But when did it become "Fu Mo"? Could it be that the unofficial history was wrong?
"Yun Mo is Fu Mo. In fact, Fu Mo's surname was Yun before he became the adopted son of the Fu family. Fu Mo's parents died early. He is the grandson of a friend of your grandfather. He became the adopted son of the Fu family after your grandfather's friend passed away."
"So that's how it is. After leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, he restored his last name. So the world only knows that the State of Chen has a national teacher named Yun Mo, but they don't know that Yun Mo is Fu Mo."
"Yes! If he hadn't come on your grandfather's birthday and mentioned it, we wouldn't have known he had restored his surname!" An Donglin sighed as he spoke. Thinking back to when Fu Mo was little, he often surrounded him and his wife. How cute Fu Mo was back then! But now, even if he saw her again, he would only be treated with indifference.
Although Fu Mo was still young at that time, he had always held a grudge against his wife's death, so he left with Tingyu's grandfather without saying a word. It was strange that Fu Mo would appear at the birthday party at that time, and he and the old man also felt it was strange, after all, he had been away for so many years and suddenly appeared.
After learning about the Fu family from An Donglin, An Tingyu was left with only one question: why did Fu Mo, whose parents had died young, want to restore his surname? Was it simply a desire to restore his surname, or was it to hide himself?
Also, he hadn't been back for many years, and when he came back he happened to be drunk. He also said that An Tianyu's child was his, and now he wanted to take them away. Could it really be that it was just something wrong that happened to happen to him?
A series of questions lingered in An Tingyu's mind, but she was neither An Tianyu nor Fu Mo. She didn't know the truth of the matter, nor did she know what Fu Mo's real intention was, so she could only take one step at a time.
He said he would visit on another day, and Fu Mo really did as he said and came to visit on another day.
Looking at Fu Mo who had reappeared, An Tingyu raised her brows coldly, "Uncle, should I call you Fu Mo or Master Yun? Are you here for personal reasons or for the State of Chen?"
"You can call me whatever you like, but please don't call me uncle. Although I am the adopted son of the Fu family, I am not actually your uncle, and I am not much older than you."
"Then when will uncle go back?" An Tingyu did not do as he wished. Calling him uncle could create a certain distance, but calling him by his name would be asking for trouble. She was very clear about the choice between the two.
"I'll go back whenever you come back with me."
Hearing this, An Tingyu chuckled, "Uncle, what you said is funny. I'm not your wife who ran away from home. I live safely in my own home. Why should I go with you?"
"Also, I'm going to make it clear to you today. Regardless of whether the story is true or not, I only have one thing to say: you are you, I am me, and of course, my son is also mine. It has nothing to do with you." An Tingyu added.
"Then I will tell you one thing: a father is a father, and a son is a son. A father and a son will never be strangers."
An Tingyu curled her lips meaningfully and then put them down. "When Xi'er grows up, I will tell him that his father was just a flower thief who died right after stealing flowers. Without my consent, you will always be just an uncle."
"Why are you so stubborn?" Fu Mo's originally indifferent expression finally had a hint of unknown emotion. "Do you really think Jing Aotian and Feng Beijian won't care about your past? A woman has lost everything that matters most, and has a child out of wedlock. Even a saint might not be able to tolerate this, not to mention that they will face all kinds of rumors if they are with you. So no matter whether you choose Jing Aotian or Feng Beijian in the end, you will not be happy."
"It seems that you have investigated my affairs clearly enough." An Tingyu narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.
"I just hate losing!"
An Tingyu curled her lips coldly and said sarcastically: "Then can I also understand that you set a trap in order to get close to me, to get close to Youming? You know me very well, don't you?"
"You are free to interpret it that way, but there is only one truth, and that is what I said is true."
"Facts? What are facts? In this world, truth and falsehood are hard to distinguish. A fact spoken out loud may be true, but it's more likely to be fabricated."
"Even if it is forged, there is a chance to verify it, but you... don't seem to intend to do so!" Fu Mo had an indifferent expression, and his deep eyes stared at An Tingyu. He spoke softly, and although he was obviously debating, he was not impetuous because of it.
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