Lady Wu quickly saluted, "Greetings, Princess."
Jiang Zhongxing then turned back to Jiang Youzhi and said, "Youzhi, et your grandmother."
Jiang Youzhi lifted his robe and knelt down, respectfully kowtowing on the ground, before straightening his back.
The Princess on the couch was montarily stunned by Jiang Zhongxing’s words, then she leaned forward, carefully examining Jiang Youzhi. The more she looked, the more astonished she appeared, "This child is—"
Jiang Zhongxing smiled and said, "He’s the son of Yaoyao and ."
The Princess did not ask where this son ca from; she only said, "Quickly stand up, co over here and let have a look."
Jiang Youzhi rose and walked to the couch. The Princess pulled him to sit beside her, scrutinizing him carefully, then said to Jiang Zhongxing, "He resembles you, looks just like you did when you were younger."
She held Jiang Youzhi’s hand and only then asked, "What’s the story with this child?"
Lady Wu glanced back at the maid.
The maid opened a bundle she was carrying and respectfully presented what was inside.
A nanny ca over, took the item, and presented it to the Princess.
The Princess’s heart trembled when she saw the small quilt.
She still had mories of this small quilt.
Because Lady Wu was not skilled in needlework, she insisted on personally making a swaddling quilt for the newborn son, which the Princess disapproved of, believing she wouldn’t do it well.
After Lady Wu finished it, the Princess had soone inspect the stitching. Although sowhat crooked, it was passable.
She hadn’t expected to see this small quilt again after all these years.
At this mont, Lady Wu slowly knelt down and recounted everything from back then.
The Princess’s face was clouded with anger as she listened.
Lady Wu knelt and kowtowed, "Mother, it’s all my fault, because of , Youzhi was left to fend for himself for nineteen years."
The Princess’s expression was stern, "Indeed, you were at fault."
"Zhong Xing also bears responsibility. You left for a few days, and he didn’t hear a thing!"
"Was the entire household dead!"
"And that nanny, nearly suffocating my grandson, deserving of death."
She said this while patting Jiang Youzhi’s hand, "Such a good child, it’s fortunate he was found."
She looked at Jiang Youzhi, the more she looked, the more pleasing he was to the eye, and she couldn’t stop caressing his hand, "Why not stay here today and keep your grandmother company instead of returning to the Duke Mansion."
Jiang Zhongxing hurried to say, "They’ve just arrived in Capital City. They only stopped briefly at ho and haven’t even changed clothes before coming over."
"It’s because Youzhi is filial, eager to co see you."
The Princess’s face lit up with a smile, "Youzhi is indeed a good child, naturally more filial than you."
Jiang Zhongxing noticed his wife still kneeling on the ground, lightly coughed, and gave the Princess a look.
The Princess glared at him, sighed, and said, "Stand up."
Only then did Lady Wu rise from the ground.
The Princess looked at Lady Wu, "Have you decided to return to the mansion?"
Lady Wu nodded.
The Princess suddenly fell silent and only after a long while said, "It’s not been easy for you, these nineteen years haven’t been kind to you."
"Never mind, if you want to return, then return. But regarding Zhong Xing here... alas..."
She suddenly unconsciously tightened her grip on Jiang Youzhi’s hand and looked at Jiang Zhongxing: "I ask you, do you plan to take Youzhi to the palace tomorrow?"
Jiang Zhongxing nodded, "Tomorrow, I’ll bring Youzhi to et the emperor and submit a petition for his title."
The Princess looked at Jiang Zhongxing and slowly said, "You’re nearly forty, yet you haven’t thought about how the emperor will perceive it when your wife returns ho and you’ve found your son."
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