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Jiang Xi looked straight at Fong Yang, smiling as she stepped forward, only to be pulled into his embrace. Fong Yang spoke in a low voice, "Jiang Xi, I like you."
Hearing the confession caught Fong Yang off guard. He lowered his head to look at the girl in his arms, furrowing his brow as he asked, "What’s wrong? Did Su Muchen bully you?"
Jiang Xi had no doubt that if she nodded and said Su Muchen had bullied her, Fong Yang would make sure Su Muchen regretted it.
She chuckled softly at Fong Yang, her voice gentle as she replied, "No. I just suddenly realized how wonderful you are, which made me deeply aware of how blind I was before. How could I have overlooked such a treasure like you and instead be infatuated with that disgusting and hypocritical Huo Xingwen?"
Fong Yang fell silent for a moment before saying, "You don’t need to dwell on the past." He then took her hand and added, "Don’t you have questions for Wenxin? Let me take you to see him."
Jiang Xi smiled warmly and walked alongside Fong Yang toward Zhaochin Palace. She said, "Actually, I could ask the prince too. Has Master Wenxin seen me before? I always feel like his attitude towards me is a bit unusual."
Fong Yang glanced at her and replied, "He hasn’t seen you, but that doesn’t mean there’s no connection between you two."
Suppressing her inner doubts, Jiang Xi asked, "Does the prince mean to say that there’s some kind of history between us? What kind of history? Could you explain it to me in detail?"
Fong Yang seemed unsure of how to begin and pondered for a long time before saying, "It’s better if Wenxin tells you about your identity himself. The situation is a bit complicated."
When they arrived at Council Hall, they spotted the composed Master Wenxin waiting under the corridor. Jiang Xi couldn’t help but sigh inwardly; Traveler on the Path was as jade-like as ever, a young man unmatched in the world.
Wenxin turned to look at the two approaching him and felt that among all worldly matters, emotions were the most difficult to unravel.
The decisive and aloof Regent could also become entangled in personal feelings, willing to break his own principles for someone special and ready to lower himself for that person.
He thought to himself that if one day Jiang Xi were truly in danger, Fong Yang would likely risk his life to protect her.
Wenxin was the first to speak up, asking, "I wonder what questions Lady Jiang has for me?"
Jiang Xi got straight to the point and said, "I want to know if there is some connection between us that I am unaware of."
Master Wenxin sighed, his tone somewhat helpless as he replied, "There is indeed a connection, and it's not something that must be kept secret. However, before I tell you, I need to seek your mother's permission. I cannot break the agreement on my own."
Mentioning her mother made Jiang Xi's heart race. She asked, "What kind of agreement do you have with my mother?"
Wenxin shook his head and said, "It's not an agreement between me and your mother; it's an agreement your mother has with others. Without her consent, no one is allowed to disturb you or reveal your true identity."
Wenxin's demeanor, as if he was about to reveal something significant yet hesitated, made Jiang Xi's heart pound. She asked, "Am I not Feng Yang's daughter? What other identity could I possibly have?"
Wenxin shook his folding fan and sighed softly. "This is a long story."
Jiang Xi furrowed her brow and interrupted, "Please, could you make it brief? For instance, can you first tell me what relation you are to me?"
Wenxin hesitated, unsure whether he should disclose this information to Jiang Xi. He glanced at Feng Yang, who was frowning deeply but nodded in response.
With a sigh, Wenxin gathered his thoughts and told Jiang Xi, "We are cousins."
Jiang Xi raised an eyebrow at this revelation and asked, "Are we the kind that is separated by three thousand miles?"
Wenxin shook his head. "No, we are direct cousins—no doubt about it."
Jiang Xi was momentarily stunned before urgently asking, "Then why has my mother never mentioned this all these years?"
Wenxin replied, "It’s because of an agreement."
Jiang Xi looked at Wenxin, her mind racing with questions. What kind of agreement could lead to her mother never mentioning her true heritage over all these years? What secret lay behind it?
After a moment of silence, Jiang Xi spoke calmly, "Since you are not comfortable sharing, I won't press you. I'll ask my mother about it tomorrow."
Wenxin let out a sigh of relief and nodded, saying, "I will visit Aunt when I have the time." With that, he took his leave.
Jiang Xi furrowed her brow as she watched Wenxin's tall and carefree figure depart, thinking to herself that her mother actually had relatives.
By the timeline, at this moment in his past life, Master Wenxin had just caught the attention of King Qin. But since he knew Jiang Xi was his kin, why hadn’t he come forward to acknowledge her? Instead, he ended up trapped in Regent's Palace and met a tragic fate alongside the Regent.
Master Wenxin should have known better; why didn’t he intervene in the affairs of Regent's Palace?
Was it because of his low status and lack of power to interfere, or was there another reason?
Jiang Xi turned to Fong Yang and asked, "How much do you know about my mother's situation?"
Fong Yang pursed his lips and replied, "Not much."
Jiang Xi fell silent, realizing that both Wenxin and Fong Yang seemed to have their reservations. She would find out everything by asking Mother tomorrow.
The next morning, Jiang Xi returned to the Prime Minister's Residence with Han Yue and Han Shuang.
Her father, Jiang Xingzhi, had taken a special leave from court to stay home and await her return for questioning.
Upon seeing Jiang Xi, Jiang Xingzhi's face darkened as he stood up abruptly, glaring at her with rage. "Wicked daughter! How dare you come back! Kneel before me!"
Jiang Xi cast a casual glance at the Feng mother and daughter duo who were eagerly waiting to see the spectacle unfold, along with his thirteen-year-old son.
Knowing that this scoundrel of a father was so furious likely meant he had learned about Jiang Yue and her mother. She slowly stepped inside and said, "Why is Father so angry so early in the morning? As you grow older, you should take care of your health."
"Miss Jiang, it's nice to see you care about your father. If outsiders saw this, they might think you are quite filial," Feng Concubine said sarcastically.
Jiang Xi looked at Feng Concubine with a calm expression and replied, "I am speaking with my father. As a concubine, you should not have the right to interrupt."
Indeed, according to the rules, Feng's face stiffened as she looked at Jiang Xingzhi with a sense of grievance.
Jiang Xingzhi exploded in anger, saying, "Jiang Xi, how can you speak to your elder like that? Don't you have any sense of propriety?"
Feng was silenced by the retort, while Jiang Jiao foolishly added fuel to the fire, saying, "Sister, now that you have the Regent backing you up, why would you care about your elders? I’m afraid if Mother says one thing, you’ll have ten ready in response!"
The only male heir of Jiang Manor, Jiang Family's precious son, coldly interjected, "Disrespecting parents and elders deserves punishment. Feng Yang is from a noble family and cannot tolerate disobedience and unfilial behavior."
Han Yue stepped forward two paces to shield Jiang Xi behind her and glared at the four family members before her. "Oh dear, is this a trial by numbers? Have you all forgotten that I haven’t shown my strength in a while and think I’m just a sick cat?"
Seeing Han Yue, both Feng Concubine and Jiang Jiao became agitated. "The Prime Minister is reprimanding his daughter; you, as a maidservant, should best keep your mouth shut," they snapped.
Han Yue stood with her hands clasped behind her back, coldly observing the family.
With her brows furrowed in anger, Han Yue loudly questioned, "Why should I keep quiet? Who do you think you are? The Prime Minister is lax in managing his household, allowing concubines and illegitimate daughters to disrespect the Eldest Daughter. It seems I need to mention this to the Prince and bring it up in court."
Jiang Xingzhi's face darkened like a pot bottom; he was filled with rage but dared not retort in his own residence against Han Yue's imposing presence.
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