It’s not the New Year’s Day, it’s not the first day of the new year, it’s not the fifteenth day.
The whole Jiang family was startled by the sudden suggestion to worship their ancestors, thinking that something big was going to happen.
What big thing could happen?
After careful calculation, the only issue was the identities of Jiang Sheng and Jiang Chenghuan.
In the past, when General Jiang was away, he only recognized Jiang Sheng, but he did not open an ancestral hall to meet the clan, nor did he add new names to the family tree, nor did he... remove names that did not belong to the Jiang family's bloodline.
After thinking about this, Jiang Chenghuan in Hanyuan began to tremble, from his hair to his limbs, from his soul to his heart.
Although both her grandmother and father said they would not drive her away, after removing her name from the family tree, she was really a child of the Jiang family. Should she still stay in the Jiang family?
Or is she still her?
The thing he feared the most was about to become a reality. Jiang Chenghuan could hardly stand and collapsed on the bed several times.
Fortunately, Mr. Liao rushed over in a hurry, took her in his arms, and comforted her, "This time is not to open an ancestral hall, nor to go to the genealogy, but to burn incense for the old general."
"Really?" Jiang Chenghuan remembered his grandfather. He was a tall and burly old man. He was a little serious and didn't like to joke. He only showed a kind expression when he saw his grandchildren occasionally.
Later, he died in the border battle, and when he was sent back to Beijing, his body was rotten and emitted a stench.
None of the grandchildren, including Jiang Chenghuan, disliked him. They all knelt in the mourning hall and cried silently.
They knew how heroic their grandfather was and that he died for the country. They respected his grandfather from the bottom of their hearts and did not forget to pay homage during the Qing New Year.
It was rare for my father to come back, so it was reasonable to go to the temple to offer incense for my grandfather.
Jiang Chenghuan's tense mind relaxed, a smile appeared on his palm-sized face, and there were tears in his eyes, "Mom, don't worry, Chenghuan is fine, just pack your things first."
The news was announced that day. The Jiang family was quite far away from Famen Temple, and the incense burning had to be done before noon.
Everyone in the Jiang family, including the mother-in-law, hurriedly packed up and called the carriage when everything was done properly.
In front of the Jiang family gate.
Mrs. Jiang slowly got into the tall carriage with Tan Yue's support.
The second room in the west courtyard also got on the car's shaft, laughing and joking, and the family of four was neatly arranged.
Liao and Jiang Chenghuan were left, and they chose a medium-sized luxury carriage. Just as they were asking the maid to bend down and make a stool, Butler Jiang came over with a look of embarrassment on her face and said, "Madam, the general left a message that Miss Chenghuan does not need to go."
The words struck like lightning.
Jiang Chenghuan's heart, which had just been healed, was wrenched in pain again.
However, the curtain of the carriage in the second room was opened, and Jiang Chengyu poked his head out with a smile, "Hey, it's not a member of the Jiang family who insists on joining in the Jiang family's fun. If I had known that I would be embarrassed now, I might as well have hidden in my own yard."
"Xiao Yu." Jiang Chengfeng scolded.
Jiang Chengyu stuck out his tongue and retracted his head, leaving only a gap to listen to the excitement.
"Father...father really said he didn't want me to go?" Jiang Chenghuan held back tears, "Is this true?"
The butler nodded with difficulty.
Jiang Chenghuan's tears finally broke through her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. The pain of loss gripped her heart tightly, leaving her breathless and unable to stand firm.
"Since my father said it, Cheng Huan won't go." She forced herself to be dignified and stepped back with choked sobs.
Jiang Chengyu in the carriage was surprised that the most whimpering fake daughter of the Jiang family did not faint or cry.
The scene was a bit boring, she smacked her lips and was about to lower the curtain.
Liao, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly grabbed Jiang Chenghuan's arm, "Why can't you go? Why can't you go?"
Jiang Chengyu became more energetic, lay on his mother's lap, and continued to listen.
"Chenghuan still bears the Jiang family's surname, and he also gave the old general his final farewell, so why can't he go?" Ms. Liao scolded sternly, "Who said you can't go? Jiang Jizu? I want him to come and tell me in person."
But the general had already gone to pick up the legitimate girl, and he was nowhere to be seen.
Sweat broke out on Butler Jiang's forehead. He felt that he was in a dilemma and that life was difficult.
"Today I put my words aside. If Cheng Huan goes, I will go. If Cheng Huan doesn't go, I won't go." Liao was furious, grabbing Jiang Chenghuan and starting to leave.
Mrs. Jiang in the carriage in front finally opened her eyes and gave Tan Yue a look.
Tan Yue understood the idea in her heart, opened the curtain and said, "Let the third lady go, as long as the lady doesn't regret it."
Butler Jiang, as if he had received an amnesty, turned to look at Mr. Liao.
"I regret it. Why do I regret it?" Ms. Liao snorted coldly, "Chenghuan has been raised by the Jiang family for twelve years. She is the child of the Jiang family."
If she was squeezed out by offering incense to the old general, neither the Jiang family nor Fengjing would have any status for her in the future.
"But mother." Jiang Chenghuan was still hesitant, "This is against father's wishes..."
Liao said nothing and stretched out his hand to drag her into the carriage.
The groom cracked his whip and the Jiang family door slowly closed. The porter watched the people walking away, always feeling a little uneasy inside.
Like scattered dandelion seeds, no matter how hard you try, you can never gather them back to their original appearance.
Floating, floating.
Jiang Sheng stretched out his hand from the carriage, grabbed the flying catkins, put it on the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently. It was unlikely that a small cotton ball would form.
"Dad, look, this poplar cotton is so good. If you rub it too much, it can be worn as a cotton-padded jacket, but it won't bloom until the jacket is taken off. It's really useless." She shook her head and sighed, her tone as mature as a little adult.
Jiang Jizu laughed, "How can poplar cotton keep you warm? You must have fresh cotton to keep warm."
"Who has the new cotton?" Jiang Sheng blew off the cotton ball. "It would be good to use old cotton. Some people use reeds to fill the cotton. They look bulging and feel cold to the touch."
The little girl even rhymed.
Jiang Jizu smiled, his eyes turning red and his throat sore.
Jiang Sheng turned around and realized that he had said the wrong thing.
Although her past life was difficult, she got through it after all. She is doing well now. She has a brother, a grandmother, and a father. She is really satisfied.
She shouldn't bring up the past again, and she shouldn't make those who love her sad anymore.
"Oh, daddy." The little girl threw herself into her father's arms like she had done countless times in her dreams, "Isn't the Jiang family paying homage to their ancestors today? Why did you call your brothers over?"
When they entered the small courtyard, two carriages were dispatched, one carrying the father and daughter, and the other carrying her four brothers.
But they are not children of the Jiang family, and they don't even know General Jiang. Is it because they want to thank their grandfather for giving birth to their father, and his father for giving birth to her, so that their brothers can have such a smart and beautiful sister?
"No, no." Jiang Jizu shattered her self-righteousness, "Famen Temple specializes in paying homage to deceased relatives. Maybe they want to burn incense sticks for their deceased parents."
However, the actual situation was that the burly and upright general came to their door and told them that there might be a thrilling scene today, and asked them if they were willing to follow and protect Jiang Sheng.
Without any hesitation, he heard four "ok"s.
