Chapter 22: Home

mongst themselves.“Damn it, the Demon Clan traitor is actually right here!”"Don't be afraid, Zhao Xuanyang is here, this scoundrel can't escape today!""Watch him die!""Keep it down, this is the demon...That day, the rain fell heavily.

Like a river in the heavens had burst its banks, water poured down from the sky.

Many details have become blurred over so many years.

The only thing she remembered clearly was that it was raining heavily.

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It was evening, and she was copying the works of Qilü in her room. She had played wildly during the day, so in the evening she always made up for some homework to avoid being scolded by her father when he returned home.

The wet nurse sat beside her, making a rubbing motion with the soles of her shoes.

The rain outside was drumming a steady rhythm, with flashes of lightning occasionally illuminating the windowpane, followed by booming thunder.

...to the point that when a hurried knocking sound arose, she didn't hear it right away.

Not until another knock sounded did the wet nurse rise to open the door.

She also looked out curiously, because her father said they would be back in a few days.

Who could it be at this late hour

She wasn't afraid of bad guys, no bad guy dared to come to her house, her father was in charge of catching them.

The moment the wet nurse opened the door, she only heard a loud "bang".

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A dark figure stumbled into the room.

The dark figure lay on its back, eyes tightly closed, lips bluish, a large gash across its neck from which blood still welled...

Father is back.

Then a pair of hands covered her eyes.

Grandfather Wu seemed to be scolding someone angrily.

She couldn't hear anything.

Her ears buzzed, then rumbled with the sound of thunder.

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Her eyes were not met with darkness, but with crimson.

Blood is everywhere...

That gruesome, gaping wound, for all these years, has remained constantly before her eyes.

She always sees.

They said Daddy committed suicide...

They said that the best detective in the world was incompetent at solving cases and committed suicide out of fear of responsibility.

And she only remembered her father saying, the glory of a Blue Card is worth defending with everything in your life.

When a lot of voices start arguing again.

Lin Youxie opened his eyes in the darkness.

Rising calmly, he got out of bed and walked in the darkness to the desk by the wall.

Her "bedroom" should be unlike the dwelling of any other woman in the world, filled with vials and jars, various scrolls, legal texts, and some strange and peculiar "evidence."

But it's not chaotic.

Everything is classified and arranged in an orderly manner.

My father said that when doing things, you must be organized. No matter how complicated a case is, as long as you sort out all the details, the truth will become clear at a glance.

She was obedient.

She studied the law diligently for many years, never indulging in playfulness.

Her heart was pounding, she felt so strained. She carefully measured out the herbs according to the proportions and began grinding them into a paste.

The wooden pestle in the stone mortar...

Knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock.

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From Gongsun Yu's performance, it is clear that he knew something.

But since he was unwilling to speak, Jiang Wang didn't want to force him.

Everyone has their own choices. You can be right, but that doesn't mean others are wrong.

To blame others is the devil among devils.

Perhaps those who would stop at nothing could squeeze some information out of Gongsun Yu, and Yang Jing's intervention might not be able to keep him. But if Jiang Wang were willing to do whatever it takes, why would he bother coming to Gongsun Yu

The differences between people ultimately boil down to what they do and what they don't do.

When returning to Linzi, it was already dawn.

Under the protection of Yingwei, Jiang Wang quietly returned to his residence, as if nothing had happened.

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This night, he was indeed empty-handed.

He wasn't discouraged.

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Gongsun Yu's situation itself is a kind of clue.

As a disciple of a renowned family, he was silenced. As the confidant of the master of Changsheng Palace, he chose to live in seclusion. These things couldn't happen without reason.

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When exactly did he leave Changsheng Palace What happened at Changsheng Palace during that time

Few things could have driven Gongsun Yu to this point.

The answer lies in the pain.

Yǐngwèi's investigation would take some time, and there was no news from the northern barracks for the moment. Jiāng Wàng cultivated in the manor until the steward reminded him of the time, then strolled out the door.

A long sword is strapped to his left waist, a white jade ornament on his right, in a blue robe that stands out with its elegance. He is truly a fine young man from Linzi.

The carriage was already prepared. Ginger looked on as it was loaded, and then the coachman cracked his whip and drove straight to Lord Cui's mansion.

Li Longchuan had mentioned it a few days ago, inviting him over for dinner today. Since he had already agreed, Jiang Wang wouldn't break his promise easily.

As the carriage approached the Hou residence, it came to a halt. Although the driver had only recently been hired, he had been specially trained by the steward and understood proper etiquette. He held up the name card and stepped forward.

"Are you from the Golden Melon Warrior's family" A steward came out to greet them at the Hou Mansion of Cailing.

Seeing Jiang Wang emerge from the carriage, he hurriedly called out, "Sir! My young master instructed me earlier that you should go straight in upon arrival."

While leading Jiang Wang, the official also called someone over to greet the coachman from Lao Jiang's household.

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This wasn't the first time Jiang Wang had come to Cui Cheng Hou's mansion. He walked in familiarly, and after a few steps, a young man with jade ornaments tied around his forehead strode out.

“Brother Jiang!” he greeted enthusiastically, grinning widely.

Jiang Wang smiled along: "Didn't you just say we were having a casual meal Why are you being so formal in greeting me"

“There’s no other way.” Li Longchuan said sarcastically, “You have to know how to butter up superiors in the officialdom, don’t you Now that I’ve got an official position, I have to think about my future… You, on the other hand, are a Golden Melon Warrior of the third rank!”

In terms of being a "sourpuss," he's nowhere near as bad as Xu Gao.

Jiang Wang ignored his words and looked around: "Who else did you invite today"

Li Longchuan pulled him by the arm and walked straight in. "Just you!"

Jiang Wang was dragged along at a brisk pace, and he still found time to ask: "Speaking of which, why don't we just go to a restaurant for drinks instead of coming to your place"

Li Longchuan rolled his eyes: "What do you mean my cook can't serve you"

The courtyard of Hou Mansion was deep, Li Longchuan had grown up in such an environment since he was a child, naturally noble. Jiang Wang started from scratch and earned his current position, but he wouldn't show any timidity either. He walked all the way with laughter and smiles.

It wasn't until they reached the dining hall that Jiang Wang realized this "simple meal" was anything but ordinary, a feeling of wanting to turn around and run immediately welling up inside him.

In the dining hall sat Madam Li, the matriarch, Lord Li Zhengyan, the current Marquis of Crushing Cities, his wife Lady Li Han, and Master Li Zhengshu, scholar of Dong Hua...

It's not that I feel guilty when I see elders. The problem is, besides them, there are only Li Fengyao and his sister, Li Longchuan, in this dining hall.

It was obviously a family dinner, and the most private kind at that.

He rushed over so abruptly, it was rather jarring.

Moreover, if he had known these elders would be here beforehand, he wouldn't have dared to eat during their meal time.

He wouldn't just show up when dawn broke, he'd arrive at least one or two hours early, showcasing his gentlemanly demeanor as Jiang Qingyang.

Now it seems like everyone at the table is waiting for him.

Apart from Li Longchuan, who else deserves the title

Therefore, I am deeply humbled and fearful. My legs tremble.

"Well behaved child," Old Lady Li smiled and beckoned, "Come here, sit beside me."

Lao Madam Li sat in the seat of honor. To her right was Li Zhishu, and next to him were Mr. and Mrs. Li Zhengyan.

Although Li Zhengyan held a higher rank, Li Zhengshu was older. It wasn't unusual for him to sit like this at a family banquet.

To the left of Granny sat Li Fengyao, and to Li Fengyao's left, Li Longchuan had already gone over and sat down.

Obviously, that empty spot was reserved for Jiang Wang, the guest.

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Facing this old woman, Jiang Wang truly had no right to refuse. Although he hadn't figured out what was going on, he still bowed respectfully to the matriarch, the Marquis and his wife, and Dong Hua scholar, then obediently walked over and sat beside Li Laotai.

The greatest hero of the Starlit Moon Battlefield, daring to ask who stands first under the divine gaze, sits meekly beside the old woman, like a shrunken quail.

"Today is Grandmother's birthday banquet, she wants you to come and have a seat." Li Fengyao sat calmly and nodded lightly.

Jiang Wang quickly got up and bowed to the old woman again: "I'm so rude!"

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If he had known that today was Madam Li's birthday, even if Jiang Qingyang was poor, he wouldn't have skimped on the gift. Now he came with empty hands, if people found out, they might make fun of him.

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"Sit down and talk." The old woman took his hand, pulled him back into the seat, and scolded, "You've only just arrived in Linzi, who did you learn these useless formalities from Was it Longchuan My Li family has been a military family for generations, we don't do this kind of nonsense!"

Li Longchuan retorted, "I don't even know what being polite means myself, how can I teach him"

Jiang Wang gave him a reproachful glance. He helplessly said, "Grandma won't let me say, how dare I"

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"Good child, it was Longchuan who coaxed you here." The old woman patted Jiang Wang's hand: "I'm getting older, I can't stand the noise, and I don't want them to make a fuss. I just want to close the door and have a quiet sit with my family. You won't blame grandma, will you"

Upon hearing this, Li Zhengshu merely smiled.

Li Zhengyan's hand paused as he raised his cup. Beside him, Lady Li Han, the Marchioness, could no longer suppress the astonishment in her eyes.

Clearly, this whole family didn't know beforehand that the old lady would say something like that.

This, both implicitly and explicitly, treats Jiang Wang as family!

Jiang Wang was truly astonished.

Given the standing of the Li family from Shimen, if Madam Li were to hold a proper celebration for her birthday, most of Linzi City would likely be alerted. It remains to be seen whether Jiang Wang's carriage would even be able to enter today.

Especially at the crucial juncture of advancing the case against Lady Lei, after he had been threatened by a driver...

The old woman is backing him up.

“It would be Jiang Wang's honor to sit with you for a while...” After struggling for a long time, Jiang Wang finally said, “Grandma.”

"Good child," the old woman smiled, and instructed, "Let's eat."

As the long-awaited moment arrived, people surged into the hall, offering a wide array of delicacies.

At the banquet, the old lady kept serving ginger with dishes. She would ask about this and that from time to time.

The two of them were the only ones talking at the dinner table.

Everybody else ate silently, only responding with a couple of words when the old woman called out their names.

From this, it can also be seen that the old woman's status in this family is indeed supreme.

Jiang Wang felt a little uncomfortable, but there was no denying that her mood had been rather chaotic lately. In this casual conversation, she gradually found a sense of peace...

From a very young age, he relied on his father for everything.

He had never met his grandparents or great-grandparents. He had almost no experience of this kind of close generational relationship...

If Grandma were here, she would probably be as kind and loving as Old Madam Li.

Unknowingly, the banquet drew to a close.

After savoring the fragrant tea, the old lady looked at Jiang Wang with kindness: "Grandma is getting older, and she gets confused after eating. I won't bother you with useless chatter anymore. Let Fengyao accompany you for a walk in the garden..."

“Grandmother, you don’t have to worry.” Li Longchuan stood up resolutely: “I’ll take Brother Jiang outside…”

He sat back down and quietly poured himself another bowl of soup.

The old woman withdrew her gaze, still smiling at Jiang Wang.

Even if Jiang Wang was slow to understand, he could tell what the old woman meant and felt extremely embarrassed.

Instead, Li Fengyao stood up grandly and said, "Let's go, Qingyang."

"Well then," Jiang Wang didn't have anything else to say. He politely greeted the elders and, after standing up, followed Li Fengyao out.

Mrs. Li was a good child through and through.

Li Zhengshu and Li Zhengyan both responded with smiles.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but only Lady Cui Cheng Hou's face doesn't look too good.

Jiang Wang had no right to be upset, and she wasn't the type to hold grudges. She just walked silently beside Li Fengyao. There was a strange sense of tension, mixed with some awkwardness.

It's pitiful, he's experiencing this blatant red string of fate for the first time, and the recipient is none other than the aloof and unrivaled Li Fengyao...

The old woman looked at the two children's backs with a smile, more and more satisfied the longer she looked.

As soon as their figures disappeared, her smile vanished too.

"Look at that, such a polite child," she said softly. "It's a shame some people, with all their years, aren't as considerate as a child."

Lady Cui, the wife of the Marquis of Destroying the City, had a grim expression but did not dare say anything.

The undercurrents between his grandmother and mother were causing Li Longchuan immense distress, wishing he could bury his head in a bowl of soup.

Grandma Li let out a soft hum and gently pushed the teacup away: "The old woman has returned to her courtyard. It's best she doesn't get in anyone's way."

Li Zhengshu's eyes were filled with a smile, and he quickly got up to help her. "Mother, let me escort you."

Li Zhengyan also quickly stood up: "Brother, I'll send Mother off."

"Don't be like that," the old woman gave him a light glance: "The Marquis is the head of the household, how could he be so rude as to not send gifts to an old woman Please have a seat."

Li Zhengyan, angered, sat down helplessly.

The old woman, then, under Li Zhengshu's support, slowly left the dining hall.

As soon as Lady Li left, Lady Li Han turned to her husband and said, "My lord, what do you think"

Li Zhengyan felt a headache coming on and quickly blurted out the go-to phrase: "The old lady is getting up there in years, let her be happy..."

He paused for a moment: "After all, Jiang Wang is pretty good..."

“I’m not saying Jiang Wang isn’t good, and I don’t oppose her.” Li Han shi said indignantly: “Feng Yao is still my daughter after all I haven’t even interacted with Jiang Wang much, yet the old woman already…makes people look down on her this way”

Li Longchuan, who had been listening silently for half the time, rolled his eyes and said, "Who would dare underestimate my sister"

“Is something the matter” Lee Han stared angrily.

Li Longchuan shrank his neck and continued to drink the soup.

"Alright, alright." Li Zhengyan advised, "This matter mainly depends on what the two children think. Whether it happens or not is still up to them. Who among us can possibly control Fengyao's decisions"

“Have you finished drinking” Lee Han-shi glared at Lee Ryong-cheon, relentlessly pursuing him. “If you’ve finished, hurry up, don’t know if you are in the way”

“Finished!” Li Longchuan swiftly put down his bowl, took a step forward, and bolted away.

Li Han only then turned her head, looking at her husband with a pitiful expression. "It's not that I'm angry," she said, "Other things are fine, I can just do as she says. But for Feng Yao's important matters, she doesn't even bother to consult me…"

Li Zhengyan lowered his voice and said, “This matter is the old lady's fault. Your husband understands your grievance...”

“Cough.” His voice returned to normal. “In two days, I will be going to Zhu He to inspect the borders. Would you like to accompany me, my lady”

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