Jiang Junrong hesitated: "But, Nannan, you're a girl..."
"father."
Jiang Jinxiu interrupted him: "This is not the time to distinguish between men and women. We are a family, this is a matter for the Zhao family, and it is also my matter. I want to see my grandfather's revenge avenged with my own eyes. I don't want to wait anxiously for news at home. I want to stand with you."
Her words gave Jiang Junrong a huge shock.
Yes, they are a family.
His daughter has grown up, is independent and capable, and he can no longer view her with old eyes as a delicate girl who needs protection.
He glanced at Gu Xichen, who nodded slightly to him.
Jiang Junrong finally relented and said heavily, "Okay. But you must promise me that you will follow Xichen's orders in everything, and you must not act impulsively or put yourself in danger."
“I agree.” Jiang Jinxiu nodded immediately.
"Then I'll also..." Jiang Jinhua tried to persuade him again when she saw this.
"You stay!" Jiang Junrong, Gu Xichen, and Jiang Jinxiu spoke almost simultaneously, in unison.
Jiang Jinhua was completely deflated and shrunk to the side, drawing circles in frustration.
Why can't he go?!
That's how it was settled.
That evening, Gu Xichen, Jiang Junrong, and Jiang Jinxiu took the skinny guy to the Peace Hotel.
The others remained at the ancestral home.
Although this place is remote, with skilled individuals like Jiang Jinhua, Wu Wen, and Huang Tao, plus the meticulous Mo Caixia and Zhang Xiaoyu, safety is not a problem.
With several hours left before dark, everyone split up to prepare.
Gu Xichen interrogated the thieves separately, repeatedly questioning them about everything they had heard from Feng Jingui, down to every detail, to ensure there were no omissions or contradictions.
Jiang Junrong stayed with Grandma Luo, listening to her recount more of her past experiences in fits and starts.
The more he listened, the stronger his hatred became.
Only then did he realize how spirited his father had been back then, and how much he had trusted those two traitors.
Jiang Jinxiu, on the other hand, made an excuse and went into the backyard alone.
She needs to familiarize herself with her newfound power.
She closed her eyes, and with a thought, entered the inheritance space once more.
The spiritual energy in the space was more than ten times denser than that in her previous bracelet space.
She walked to the ancient palace and pushed open the door to enter.
The rows of portraits on the wall seemed to be watching her silently.
She walked to the last portrait, the one of a woman named "Zhao Mingyue".
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