Because of the doubt and denial, Yang Zhi's face turned slightly red, but he said firmly, "It's impossible to be wrong! Although I can't be sure if it's related to my aunt, it really looks exactly like this portrait!"
Then he pointed to the bewildered Sister Zhuang: "Much more like her than Sister Zhuang!"
With the help of others, Old Madam Yang sat up, leaning weakly against the wall, and waved to Yang Zhi.
Yang Zhi immediately stepped forward and plopped down on the edge of the bed.
Then his own father, Lord Yang, knelt at his feet.
Lord Yang frowned.
That brat!
Never mind, I'll just stand up.
Don't cause your son any more death.
"Zhi'er, come and tell Grandma what exactly happened."
This was the first time that Madam Yang had ever been so close to her grandson.
Yang Zhi seemed a little uncomfortable, scratching his head as he said, "Yesterday after school, we made plans with Meng Kuo to go to the opera..."
Get to the point!
Lord Yang glared angrily and rebuked him.
What time is it? Why are we still talking about yesterday?
besides!
Why is this little brat going to the opera again?
They're all so irresponsible!
Just wait!
Yang Zhi shrank back slightly, then immediately took advantage of the situation and started whining, "Grandma, look how my dad always scares me like this, I almost forgot what I was going to say!"
Madam Yang said nothing, but her gaze turned towards him, which made Lord Yang unconsciously stand up straight.
"It's alright, Zhi'er, please speak slowly."
After saying just one sentence, Madam Yang was already panting heavily and felt somewhat exhausted.
This body...
That's absolutely terrible.
Yang Zhi said, "Then today we went out to play together. On the street, there was a little boy named Meng Kuo. He looked like a countryman, but Meng Kuo was very respectful to that family and even held their baby."
I went over for a look because the baby was looking at me, so I glanced at it. It was so beautiful! Its big, clear eyes were so bright and expressive, almost like they could speak. Its pink lips were so adorable…
So when I saw the portrait just now, I thought it looked so similar.
As Madam Yang listened to Yang Zhi describe Tangtang's appearance, she subconsciously lowered her breathing, as if she would not be able to hear what Yang Zhi was saying if she breathed too heavily.
So pitiful.
It makes one feel incredibly heartbroken.
"Meng Kuo? Is he the youngest son of Master Meng?" Lord Yang inquired.
Yang Zhi nodded: "Yes, it's him."
Lord Yang immediately said, "Mother, don't worry, I'll go to the Meng residence to pay a visit right now!"
Whether it is or not, we'll find out by going to see for ourselves.
"I, I'll go myself."
Madam Yang's hands trembled.
She wants to go herself!
Her own flesh and blood!
Her bloodline!
"Mother, it's just a possibility, not necessarily. Given your health... you should wait for news at home. I'll go right away, very soon."
Lord Yang offered his advice.
With the mother's health condition, how could she possibly survive?
Madam Yang insisted, "I want to see that child..."
“Mother, your body can’t withstand such a bumpy ride.” Madam Yang stepped forward to persuade her, “If it really is my eldest sister, and your body can’t take it after just seeing her, wouldn’t you be tearing out my eldest sister’s heart?”
"Just stay home and wait patiently, drink some ginseng soup, and be a good boy/girl, okay?"
It's not that she's jinxing it, but given her mother-in-law's current physical condition, she's very likely to get excited whenever she sees someone...
Wouldn't that turn a good thing into a bad thing?
"Yes, you're right, you've thought of everything. Go, all of you hurry up. Someone, bring me the ginseng soup."
"Madam Yang said impatiently."
Lord Yang took the two paintings and hurriedly went to the Meng residence.
The Meng family was quite surprised by the late-night visit.
After Princess Duanhui and Old Master Meng came out to greet him, Lord Yang got straight to the point:
"It is truly inappropriate to cause such a disturbance due to the leak, but for my elderly mother's sake, I have no choice but to shamelessly trouble you." Without another word, Lord Yang took out a portrait and slowly unfolded it.
Upon seeing the portrait, Mr. Meng immediately frowned.
Lord Yang carefully observed the expressions of the two men and asked anxiously, "Judging from Mr. Meng's expression, he must recognize the person in the painting, right?"
"Lord Yang, please speak frankly."
Princess Duanhui looked at her husband: Who is this? Why doesn't she recognize him, but her husband does?
Lord Yang gave a wry smile and then spoke frankly: "To be honest, the person in this painting is my elder sister, my stepmother's only daughter!"
These words were like a thunderclap, truly shocking everyone.
Princess Duanhui murmured, "Lord Yang means..."
"My son said that when he was playing with your young master today, he saw a family who were getting along very well with him. And that family had a baby who looked very much like the person in the portrait!"
"So, I wonder if it would be convenient for me to meet this family? To be honest, my mother has been crying day and night because of my lost elder sister, and her health has deteriorated significantly. She is now on her deathbed..."
At this point, Lord Yang became somewhat astringent.
The stepmother has been waiting for this for forty years.
Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, he wants to give it a try!
Mr. Meng sighed and replied after a moment: "I can convey your meaning, but whether or not to meet them depends on their consent."
"I am very grateful."
Lord Yang bowed deeply, expressing his utmost gratitude.
Old Master Meng originally intended to stay and entertain Lord Yang himself, while having Princess Duanhui inquire about the Chi family. However, after thinking it over, he decided to have his eldest son accompany Lord Yang and go to the guest courtyard to find the Chi family himself.
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