Jiang Zhongxing looked at his friend and said resolutely, "The position of the princely heir must be given to the son born to Yaoyao and ."
"He is the legitimate eldest son; he alone is qualified to inherit the position of princely heir."
Minister Du hesitated to speak, sensing that a storm was bound to arise over this position of princely heir.
After all, there’s one thing your father always told you would be given to you when you grew up, which you’ve long considered as yours, suddenly given to soone else; no matter who it is, it can’t be accepted.
Jiang Zhongxing pondered for a mont, "As for my mother, I’ll talk about it after I go to Xiang City and see the child."
Minister Du nodded, "That’s good."
"By the way, what’s the child’s na?"
Minister Du slowly said, "His surna is also Jiang; indeed, it was destined he belonged to the Jiang Family. His na is Youzhi, style na Yifei."
Jiang Zhongxing kept pulling Minister Du to ask many questions, repeatedly asking which of the child’s features resembled his. Hearing Minister Du say that the eyes, eyebrows, and contours were similar, Jiang Zhongxing chuckled.
Minister Du simply couldn’t bear to look.
Then Minister Du said, "By the way, eighteen years ago, the nanny beside Lady Wu had issues. That nanny, who knows whose silver she took, egged on Lady Wu to return to her parents’ ho. A good child was suffocated by her. Then, when Lady Wu was unconscious, she abandoned the child."
Jiang Zhongxing was unaware of these details, his expression changed abruptly, slamming his fist down, sending dishes and chopsticks bouncing on the table, cracking it.
Minister Du pointed at the table, about to speak, but Jiang Zhongxing interjected, "I’ll compensate."
"I’ll give you one made of sandalwood."
Minister Du said, "No need to be agitated; that nanny is long gone. Lady Wu interrogated her son and found nothing."
Jiang Zhongxing replied sternly, "I’ll investigate this matter slowly, even if eighteen years have passed; there are surely so clues left."
He stood up, "Thank you, Brother Du, for informing today."
"When I return to the Capital, I’ll find you for a drink." With that, he bowed and strode out.
Early the next morning, Jiang Zhongxing went to the palace to request leave from the emperor, taking two personal guards, and rode swiftly out of the city.
Along the way, he traveled day and night.
Even at night, he would only sleep for two or three hours before getting up to continue his journey.
In his hand, he held the golden waist card of the Commander of the Imperial Army, so even at midnight, the gate guards had to open the gate for him.
They kept changing horses at relay posts along the way, covering two thousand miles in just five days.
When they arrived in Xiang City, it was dusk.
Under the evening glow, the once-first esteed young master of the Capital City, the Duke of England, stood unshaven and travel-worn at the gate of Renxin Hall, imdiately spotting the boy.
At that mont, he felt all beautiful words in the world were fitting to describe that boy.
Peerless in elegance, stately as an orchid or jade tree, possessing the grandeur of a dragon, distinct and different!
His eyes suddenly beca wet.
This, indeed, was old man Jiang Zhongxing’s son!
The son of the old man should be this outstanding!
At this point, Yun Jiao suddenly looked up, spotting Jiang Zhongxing holding a whip, his eyes wet.
She stared at him for two seconds, then nudged the boy beside her, Jiang Youzhi, "Hey, that person looks like you."
Jiang Youzhi swiftly raised his head, imdiately encountering Jiang Zhongxing’s eyes.
Across a distance of over ten ters, the father and son silently exchanged glances.
Eventually, Jiang Youzhi was the first to look away. As he stood up, he slowly said to Yun Jiao next to him, "That’s my biological father."
Yun Jiao almost guessed it; Jiang Youzhi’s biological mother had co, so could the biological father be far behind?
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