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Lan Ying patted Yun Jin's back tenderly, sighed, and said with a voice full of pity, "You child, you're just too sensible. You suffer in silence without a sound, endure hardship without complaining, and bear everything alone. How old are you? Other girls your age are still in their rooms embroidering, chasing butterflies, and laughing and chatting with their girlfriends. And you? You face those wolves and tigers all by yourself, while we can only watch."

Yun Jin smiled, a hint of stubbornness in her smile: "Grandmother, I'm not afraid. Your spiritual support is more important than anything else."

Lan Ying shook her head, her eyes reddening slightly: "You child, saying that makes your grandmother feel even worse."

Yun Jin quickly changed the subject, and said seriously, "Grandfather, Grandmother, there is something I want to discuss with you."

Lan Ying quickly asked, "What is it?"

Yun Jin recounted everything Lan Qi had found out, including what she herself had discovered about the child.

She thought Lan Ying was a wise old woman, and she wanted to hear her opinion.

After listening, Lan Ying pondered for a long time before hesitatingly asking, "Could it be that Wanqing gave birth to two children back then? One was switched by them, and the other was hidden away? Otherwise, where would such a similar-looking child come from?"

Yun Jin shook her head, her tone certain: "I asked my mother, and she said no. She was awake the whole time she gave birth to Lang Ge'er, and she only gave birth to one child. Moreover, Lang Ge'er does indeed resemble Yun Heting by seven points; there's no doubt about that."

She paused, then continued, "My mother and I have discussed this. Is it possible... they originally intended to poison Lang Ge'er, and then use that child to take his place after he died?"

Chu Duanshan suddenly stood up, both shocked and furious: "What are you talking about? They actually dared to poison Lang Ge'er? Why didn't you tell me about something this serious? I'm going to settle accounts with them!"

With that, he turned to leave.

"Stop!" Lan Ying shouted sharply, grabbing his raised foot. "Look at you, so old, still so hot-tempered. Who are you going to settle scores with? Are you going to chop up Yun Heting? Or chop up that Liu woman? Killing them is easy, but don't you think this is a conspiracy against Wanqing, against my General's Mansion? Don't you want to find the mastermind behind this? Besides, wouldn't killing them like this be too easy on them?"

Chu Duanshan stopped, turned around, glared at Lan Ying, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with resentment.

Lan Ying sighed and softened her tone: "If I had told you earlier, I'm afraid you would have lost your temper long ago. Indeed, it was the right thing not to tell you. At your age, you're still so hot-tempered. Aren't you afraid the children will laugh at you?"

Chu Duanshan stood there for a moment, then walked back and sat down guiltily, finally muttering, "Anyway, I won't let them off the hook."

Lan Ying glared at him, her tone tinged with helplessness: "Of course we won't let them get away with it. They harmed Wanqing, Jin'er, and Lang'er; we won't let any of them go. But you need to change your personality. You need to use your brain more when things happen, instead of just relying on your fists. Look at Jin'er, how old is she? She's much more composed than you. As her grandfather, aren't you afraid the child will laugh at you?"

Chu Duanshan glanced at Yun Jin, chuckled twice, and scratched his head: "Jin girl won't laugh at me."

Yun Jin quickly replied, "Grandfather is a man of true character; I admire him greatly, how could I possibly laugh at him?"

Chu Duanshan glanced at Lan Ying triumphantly, his eyes clearly saying, "See, I was right."

Lan Ying glared at him, too lazy to pay him any attention, then turned to Yun Jin and said seriously, "Let's get down to business. I'm asking you, how much does that child resemble Lang Ge'er?"

"It looks very similar." After saying that, Yun Jin took out the child's portrait from her sleeve, unfolded it, and laid it on the table.

Chu Duanshan and Lan Ying came over to take a look, and their expressions changed at the same time.

"This...this actually looks seven or eight parts like Lang Ge'er?" Chu Duanshan's voice trembled.

Lan Ying stared at the portrait, frowning as she spoke, "Without blood ties, how easy is it to find someone who looks so much like them? This is no coincidence. What are they trying to do? Is it really to replace Lang Ge'er?"

Yun Jin also felt as if an invisible hand was controlling everything.

But she couldn't grasp the clues, couldn't make sense of the situation, and couldn't figure out who the owner of those hands was.

Is it Consort Shu? The Fifth Prince? Or... someone else?

"Oh no, Lang-ge'er is in danger!" Lan Ying suddenly exclaimed, turning sharply to Chu Duanshan. "Old Chu, quickly arrange for some experts to help him."

"Grandmother, don't worry," Yun Jin quickly pressed Lan Ying's hand to comfort her, "I have already arranged for people to protect Lang Ge'er and Mother."

Chu Duanshan frowned and asked, "How skilled are the people you arranged? Are they reliable?"

Yun Jin hesitated for a moment, wanting to say that she found the person from Prince Yu's subordinates, but she couldn't tell the truth, so she could only vaguely say, "I asked a friend to find him. He's quite skilled and reliable."

Chu Duanshan waved his hand: "People found by friends are still friends. Lang Ge'er is my Chu family's grandson, and his safety cannot be entrusted to outsiders. His maternal grandfather has arranged a few people for him. They are all veterans who have followed me for many years. They are skilled and trustworthy. You take them back to protect Lang Ge'er. I will find a few women to protect you and your mother later."

Yun Jin opened her mouth, wanting to say "No need," but fearing she might offend the old man, she could only say, "Okay, thank you, Grandfather."

Chu Duanshan's expression softened when he saw that she had agreed.

Lan Ying took out another stack of silver notes and stuffed them into Yun Jin's hand, her tone leaving no room for refusal: "Grandmother won't give you anything anymore. Keep this safe. You're rebuilding the charity hall, distributing porridge and medicine, and you'll need money for everything. Your meager savings can't withstand this kind of spending."

Yun Jin clutched the thick stack of silver notes and quickly declined, "Grandmother, this is too much, I can't accept it..."

"What do you mean, 'more'?" Lan Ying glared at her. "In the past fifteen years, your grandmother hasn't given you anything. If you don't accept it, you're being angry with your grandmother."

Chu Duanshan also chimed in, "Jin'er, just accept it. Your maternal grandmother's dowry is generous; if you don't help her spend it, she might spend it on someone else."

Yun Jin had no choice but to nod and accept it: "Okay, I'll accept it. Thank you, Grandmother, thank you, Grandfather."

Lan Ying smiled with satisfaction and patted her hand, saying, "That's right. Remember, the money your grandmother gives you is yours to spend however you want, don't try to save it. Come back to your grandmother for more when you've spent it all."

Chu Duanshan added from the side, "That's right, your maternal grandmother has plenty of money, so don't try to save it for her."

Lan Ying glared at him again, but did not deny it.

Just then, a hearty laugh suddenly came from outside.