The Duke of England felt sowhat nervous.
He was afraid his son wouldn’t recognize him.
However, he didn’t show a trace of it on his face. Holding his riding crop, he strode inside.
Jiang Youzhi stood there, watching the Duke of England step by step as he ca in.
Jiang Zhongxing walked up to Jiang Youzhi, suddenly unable to utter a word.
During the past few days on the road, he had thought of many things he wanted to say to his son, but at this mont, he couldn’t say a single word.
His lips quivered slightly, tears burst forth uncontrollably.
Jiang Youzhi originally had so dissatisfaction with this father.
Not only was he dissatisfied with his father, but he was equally displeased with Lady Wu.
What kind of parents were they?
The mother only knew how to act on impulse, having such a big belly, and yet daring to run around in a carriage without considering the consequences?
The father wasn’t any better, first sleeping with a woman he shouldn’t have, and then being oblivious for days when his own wife ran off.
What kind of people were they?
Was there not a single trusted servant in the entire household?
Such a big issue, and no one bothered to inform him?
Two fools!
However, looking at the Duke of England now, with a scruffy beard and sunken eyes, it was clear he had rushed over here non-stop upon receiving the news.
Jiang Youzhi saw the Duke’s seemingly unstoppable tears and felt a slight softening in his heart. He said faintly, "Let’s go talk in the back."
The Duke of England cursed his own weakness. The first ti eting his son, he should have displayed his majestic and heroic side to earn his son’s admiration.
Why could he only cry?
"Alright," he obediently agreed and followed Jiang Youzhi inside.
Yun Jiao saw the two guards still holding onto the horses outside and instructed Shen Qing, "Open the side door, and let them bring the horses to the stable."
"Alas, my stable is already small enough."
There were four horses in the stable already, with the addition of three more, Yun Jiao could only hope they wouldn’t fight.
Shen Qing went out to greet the two guards and led the horses inside.
Yun Jiao then shouted to Du Ruo, "Go to Yulou East and have them prepare a table of exquisite dishes to be sent over, with less chili."
Du Ruo hurried off.
Yun Jiao continued to shout to Zhang Shun and Liu Zhu, "Close the door!"
As Zhang Shun tidied up things on the counter, he curiously asked, "Proprietor, is that Sanlang’s real father? He looks a lot like him."
Yun Jiao nodded.
Zhang Shun couldn’t help but ask again, "What does Sanlang’s real father do? He doesn’t look like an ordinary person."
Lady Wu was terrifying enough; sotis when she ca to the shop front, just a glance from her felt murderous, and as long as she was in the shop, Zhang Shun dared not speak.
This Sanlang’s real father doesn’t seem to have that murderous aura, but he has an indescribable majesty about him.
Yun Jiao shook her head, "I don’t know."
She had never asked Jiang Youzhi about his biological parents.
Since Lady Wu ca from the Capital City, logically, Jiang Youzhi should have gone to the Capital City to reclaim his heritage.
But Lady Wu chose to follow her son to Xiang City, which certainly wasn’t normal.
Just didn’t know what was behind it.
Thinking of this, she glanced back at Lin Shuo.
Lin Shuo walked over briskly and whispered, "That was the Duke of England just now."
Seeing the father and son recognize each other, he sensibly refrained from going over to greet them.
Yun Jiao’s eyes widened, Duke!
This was the highest rank of nobility outside of the Imperial Family, right?
Sanlang’s background was so distinguished!
Looking at Lady Wu and the Duke of England, they both seed very fond of this son; how then did Jiang Youzhi end up in the impoverished and remote Qingshan Village?
In her mind, she instantly envisioned a grand family drama.
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