Chapter 42 Song Mingzhu Arrives
At the same time, Jiang Youya was sitting in a gorgeously decorated teahouse in Yancheng.
His face was anxious, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
"Chang Huai, go and take a look, why haven't you come yet?"
Chang Huai went down to the lobby on the first floor, and Zhang Yuan and four other guards escorted a group of female relatives in.
Chang Huai subconsciously looked at the woman in the lead, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
Although she was wearing a veil, her figure, eyes, and forehead were completely different from his eldest daughter.
Alas, the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
How could Wen Chen be the eldest daughter?
Zhang Yuan hurriedly leaned forward and said to Aunt Xu, "Madam, it's his old man who wants to see you."
Chang Huai said politely, "Meet Madam Wen."
Aunt Xu said, "Lead the way, don't keep your old man waiting for too long."
Jiang Youya watched the veiled woman come in and quickly stood up, staring intently into Aunt Xu's eyes. "Is the peony fruit cake made by you?"
Aunt Xu smiled and nodded, "Yes, old sir, it was made by me, Hong'er."
The maid Hong'er quickly put the food box in her hand on the table, opened the lid, and then respectfully stepped aside.
"I heard from my guard Ayuan that the old man was trying to find out who made the peony fruit cake in order to find his long-lost daughter."
"That's right." Jiang Youya unfolded the scroll in his hand. "Have you ever seen my daughter Wanwan?"
Aunt Xu was shocked that Jiang, who had no scars on her face, was so stunningly beautiful.
Many years have passed, and I wonder if the scars on Jiang's face are still as hideous and ugly as they were more than ten years ago?
"I know how much the old gentleman loves his daughter, so I made you a peony fruit cake. Please try it and see if it tastes the same as the old gentleman remembers."
Jiang Youya picked it up and took a sip. His cloudy eyes instantly lit up and he continued to taste it.
As he tasted the wine, his expression changed.
This taste seems to be a little better than what I remember.
This was not done by Wanwan.
"Who is your master?"
Aunt Xu sat down and took off her veil. "Old sir, I'm sure you've been asking around in Yancheng for the past couple of days. I loved making these pastries when I was at my mother's house. Who was my teacher? It could only be my late mother."
Jiang Youya stared at her and saw that she was calm and composed, and did not seem to be telling a lie.
As soon as they entered Yancheng, they went straight to the Wen family's restaurant and ordered peony fruit cakes.
And he did it in secret, avoiding the Wen family's attempts to spy on him.
Jiang Youya didn't know that Zhang Yuan had been targeting them as soon as they entered Yancheng.
Everyone Jiang Youya met was arranged by him.
Jiang Youya picked up another piece and tasted it carefully. "This is the best fruit cake I've tasted on my way south. It's even better than the one in the Wen family restaurant."
"Old sir, this is what my wife cooked for you out of gratitude for your longing for her daughter. It must taste the best."
"The chefs at the Wen Family Restaurant and other restaurants all learned from my wife back then, and I haven't found anyone whose food tastes better than my wife's."
Jiang Youya looked at Zhang Yuan and nodded slightly, then turned to Aunt Xu and said, "Madam Wen, have you really never seen my daughter Wanwan?"
"Old sir, I also have a daughter. I sincerely hope that you can find your daughter soon and reunite your family soon."
"I was able to make the peony fruit cake because I happened to pass by the peony garden in your mansion. Seeing the peonies in full bloom, I came up with the idea of making a cake that was the most luxurious. After several attempts, I finally made the peony fruit cake..."
Half an incense stick later, Jiang Youya left the teahouse in disappointment.
Aunt Xu looked at Jiang Youya's slightly bent back with mixed feelings.
Mr. Jiang, please be patient and wait, you will see your daughter.
Aunt Xu tilted her head to look at Zhang Yuan, who was standing by the window with his fists clasped. "Old Jiang believes it now and will return to Beijing soon. What should we do next?"
"I will send someone to keep an eye on Elder Jiang. Before I return from Wushuang Village, you will temporarily stay at the Wen Mansion Villa. You will continue to pretend to be Mrs. Wen Chen."
In the carriage.
"Master, where are we going next?"
Jiang Youya pinched his brows. "Have someone keep an eye on Wen Chenshi. She must know Wanwan's whereabouts."
Seeing how persistent he was, Chang Huai couldn't help but persuade him, "We've been out for a while now. Madam will be worried about you if she doesn't see you for too long."
Jiang Youya then remembered his wife
I originally planned to find Wanwan and bring her back to give her a surprise.
His wife was not in good health, so he really couldn't delay any longer.
Jiang Youya hesitated for a moment and said, "Send someone to keep an eye on it first. If there's nothing unusual in seven days, then return to the capital."
"yes."
In the evening, the sky was filled with red clouds, and the entire Wushuang Village was covered with a halo of light.
Asi held a willow branch in his mouth, used one arm as a pillow, and crossed his legs.
The ears automatically filter out the villagers who are chatting under the tree.
He looked at the sunset with a contented look.
The sound of galloping horses was heard, and the villagers under the tree shut their mouths.
"Who's here again?"
The man was seen riding a big horse straight to the Song Mansion.
"Who are you?" Zhang Feng walked out with a vigilant look on his face.
"It's one of us." Li Si, who had just returned from delivering a letter, rushed over.
"Old Five, where is the Madam?"
"There's only half an incense stick left."
Cui Liu, the head maid, hurriedly turned around and ran towards the courtyard, "Old Madam, First Master, Third Master, my aunt is back."
In less than half a minute, Song Mingen and his wife, Song Minglang and his family of three, along with a group of servants, all left the Song Mansion.
Soon, twenty guards with swords appeared in everyone's sight, escorting two carriages.
"younger sister."
"elder sister."
"Aunt." Song Rui was the first to rush forward. "You are finally home. Your nephew missed you."
"Brother Rui, Auntie misses you too. I haven't seen you for a few years. You've grown up and become more and more handsome."
Song Mingzhu looked at Song Rui with joy, and all the fatigue from the long journey disappeared.
This is her eldest nephew!
The future prosperity and decline of the Song family depends on him.
I pulled Song Rui to take a closer look and liked it no matter how I looked at it.
"Aunt, let's go in quickly. Dinner is ready."
"Yes, Mingzhu, we are already at the door, why don't you come in quickly."
"Big brother."
Song Mingzhu tilted her head to look.
After not seeing Song Mingen for a few years, he seemed to have not changed much.
He is still the big brother who dotes on her the most in her memory.
He caught a glimpse of Jiang Yunwan from the corner of his eye, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Sister-in-law, what kind of magic medicine did you take? Your skin is so well maintained that the scars on your face are almost invisible."
Jiang Yunwan smiled, "It's all those skin care products your elder brother brought me. I'll give you all the secret recipes later. But you, my sister, are so elegant and noble. You must be living a comfortable life in Beijing."
Song Mingzhu felt very relieved. So what if her sister-in-law was the daughter of Grand Tutor Jiang?
When you meet her, don't you have to flatter her and say nice things to her?
She has been a village woman in Wushuang Village for many years, but there is not a trace of the aura of a lady from a noble family on her.
"Where? Life in the capital isn't that comfortable..."
"Hey, stop standing at the door and talking." Song Minglang hurried forward and pulled Song Mingzhu into the yard. "Our mother is still waiting."
"Miss, Madam Wu has returned to the village."
Asi ran back to the hot spring villa at lightning speed, gasping for breath.
Song Yu hurriedly handed him a pot of cold tea and said, "Don't be anxious. Sit down and drink it slowly."
Then he said to Bai Lan, "Immediately pack all the elixirs and incense towers we've developed these days. Oh, and pack up all the silver, money, and valuables. We'll rush to the temple tonight."
Bai Lan asked, "Are you coming back?"
"I'm not coming back. I'm going straight to the capital."
"What should we do with all these medical books? Especially those we brought back from the cave."
Song Yu thought for a moment and said, "Put it aside for now. I'll come back and get it after I'm through this crisis."
"What kind of disaster are you going to have to go through, niece?"
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