Wen Jiang received the medal from the empire early in the morning at Jimo's house.
That was once a symbol that Jimo Xiao carried with him.
The person who came to return the medal was an acquaintance.
Yan Moling.
When Yan Moling saw that the heir to the Jimo family turned out to be Wen Jiang, Yan Moling would be lying if he said he was not shocked.
"It's actually you?"
"It's me, are you surprised?" Wen Jiang raised the corners of his lips and asked, "You have worked hard this morning."
"It's not hard work. This is what we should do. General Mo Xiao still has an heir. This is something that the empire also feels happy about." Yan Moling said subconsciously, calmed down instantly, and handed over a fine velvet box.
"This is the noble medal of your Jimo family."
Wen Jiang took it and opened it. It was a diamond-shaped brooch-style badge, decorated with black and gold colors, with the outline of a... butterfly engraved in the middle?
This butterfly is a bit abstract, and Wen Jiang thought of the butterfly card that appeared.
No wonder I didn't find it out then.
And for some unknown reason, the Jimo family’s inheritance cards have never been used, so the public has no impression of them.
Just looking at the medal, it’s hard to make any associations.
There are some blood stains on the bottom of the wings, and it can be seen that they have been passed down for hundreds of years, and the edges and corners have a sense of solemnity left by the years.
Looking at the medal that Jiang Zai was rubbing, even Yan Moling couldn't help but regretted: "If only General Jimo Xiao could hold on longer..."
Qian Jiang did not answer the call.
Hua Zhuo stood aside and looked at the medal quietly. Yan Moling asked with concern: "Madam, how are you doing recently?"
Hua Zhuo smiled kindly at Yan Moling and said, "It's very good. Thank you for your concern."
Yan Moling nodded: "I went to visit Teacher Li Huijun not long ago, and she also cares about and misses you very much."
Hua Zhuo's smile became a little forced, and then he said: "I will visit her old man when I have time."
After Yan Moling left, Hua Zhuo looked at Jiang and asked, "The person in the empire you mentioned before has contacted you, is it Yan Moling?"
Judging by the way the two talked, I knew they had known each other before.
Wen Jiang nodded and Hua Zhuo didn't ask any more questions. At this time, the housekeeper came in to report that Xie Lingyan and his family had come to visit.
My niece only came back last night, so it would be unreasonable for her not to bring someone with her this morning.
Hua Zhuo said: "It happens to be breakfast time. It would be nice to meet your family."
After all, he is a member of the Jimo family. Nowadays, there are no relatives in the Jimo family. If Wen Jiang gets along with his relatives on his mother's side, he might be able to feel some warmth.
But Hua Zhuo glanced at Wen Jiang's calm face, and thought of the rumors about the Jie family outside, and suddenly felt that this matter was very suspenseful.
But, they are relatives after all, right?
The Jimo family is not prosperous, but the Jie family is extremely prosperous.
Now there is only one old lady from the Jie family left. This old lady is a partialist. Back then, she wanted Xie Lingbing to marry a nobleman's dandy to get better treatment for the Jie family, so she went to Xie Lingbing in anger.
He joined the army and didn't return for a long time until he met the Jimo family. On the contrary, he understood that the old lady dreamed of becoming a wealthy family.
She gave birth to a son and three daughters. Except for her favorite youngest son, Xie Lingyan, the other children were in other empires. When she heard about the heir, she was rushing back. Anyway, I have been asking Jiang for the past few days.
Want to stop.
When Jimo Xiao was here, he could still suppress this big family and didn't dare to make any mistakes. After Jimo Xiao's death, the people's hearts began to wander.
After Xie Lingyan married his wife, he gave birth to a pair of twins, a boy and a girl. Unfortunately, the family did not inherit the good genes. Apart from Xie Lingbing, there was no Lingka master in the family.
Today, Xie Lingyan came to visit with old lady Xie, his wife and children.
There is a long table in the living room. Wenjiang is sitting at the main seat and Hua Zhuo is sitting on her left. It is said that this is the rule of the nobility. Even if Hua Zhuo is in charge now, when Wenjiang comes back, she will be the only representative of the Jimo family.
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Wen Jiang was too lazy to care about this now, and when the Jie family arrived, he had no intention of getting up to greet him.
To be honest, Wen Jiang got a headache just looking at this group of people. It was just that there were so many people and it was annoying.
Old Mrs. Xie is dressed elegantly and luxuriously. It can be seen that so many years of pampered life have made this wife of an ordinary family rich, and Xie Lingyan looks like her.
"My granddaughter!"
As soon as Mrs. Xie saw Wen Jiang in the main seat, she didn't need any introduction. Her tears were as good as Xie Lingyan's acting skills and she just shed her tears.
He stepped forward with a trembling body, looking like he wanted to give Wen Jiang a big hug.
Wen Jiang suddenly said: "Stop doing this, I haven't seen you in twenty years, I have no feelings for you, and I don't want to cultivate you."
Everyone: "..."
Even Hua Zhuo looked at Wen Jiang in surprise, thinking that although the relationship was not very harmonious, but he was so powerful when he came up?
Old Mrs. Jie almost couldn't hold her breath when she heard this. Tears did not fall from her eyes, and she suddenly became confused and looked a bit funny: "Ah?"
Xie Lingyan twitched his eyelids.
Wen Jiang noticed the three people standing behind him.
His wife and his two children.
He looked good, especially his wife, who was standing there quietly, not even a trace of basic curiosity when she saw Wen Jiang. Her eyes were more of a numb and calm look that could see through the glitz, and she was obviously very delicate and beautiful.
She has a face that always looks old and worn out by life.
Perhaps because Qian Jiang spoke mercilessly, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward, but Hua Zhuo said: "Come over and sit down to eat first. She just came back. There was no one around before, and she has no idea about her relatives."
The words were gentle, but there was no more flavor to be tasted.
Only then did Mrs. Xie and others react. When Xie Lingyan helped her over, her tears finally fell. She seemed to be unwilling to give up: "A Jiang, I am grandma."
When I came here this morning, I already knew Wen Jiang’s name.
Asked Jiang: "Too many people is annoying. I knew it would be bad luck if I didn't recognize my relatives."
Ling Dan: "...It seems you really don't like people around you."
After all, I haven’t seen any relatives in many years. With my limited knowledge, I grew up without a father or a mother, so I must be very longing for family affection.
It forgot that the host is a different species.
The host cannot have feelings.
Compared to the excitement of the old lady of the Jie family, Wen Jiang nodded coldly: "I understand, you don't need to say it a second time."
With one sentence, Mrs. Jie's plan to play the tenderness card was blocked in her stomach.
The two younger members of the Jie family didn't seem to understand. When they sat down next to their silent mother, the boy complained in a low voice with some displeasure: "This is grandma, your elder, so rude."
They have learned that before returning, Wen Jiang had lived in a slum and was admitted to a noble university.
No matter which noble he is placed in, he is a very explosive heir.
There was also a bit of disdain in his words.
The air suddenly became tight, and Hua Zhuo realized that something was about to happen.
