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Upon hearing this, Yun Jin smiled and said, "Grandmother, even if my maternal grandmother acknowledges me, I will still be your granddaughter."

Grandma Zheng beamed with delight as she patted the back of her hand and said, "That's right. No matter what, you'll always be the granddaughter of the Zheng family."

Knowing that Yun Jin might be leaving the manor soon, he quickly asked, "Jin'er, if you leave, what will happen to my illness..."

Yun Jin hurriedly said, "Grandmother, don't worry. After three acupuncture treatments, you only need one treatment a week. Take the prescription I gave you for a month first, and then I will check your pulse to see if you need to change the prescription."

Grandma Zheng was finally at ease. Thinking of the agreement at Jingxin Nunnery, she asked with concern, "Jin'er, have you thought about what to say when you see your maternal grandmother tomorrow? In my opinion, don't rush to acknowledge her as a relative. First, try to find out what she thinks."

Yun Jin pursed her lips and nodded, her fingertips gently clenching: "I know, Grandmother. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

She knew that Lan Ying was no ordinary person, as she was able to gain a foothold in the General's Mansion and suppress Chu Duanshan's two younger brothers and a group of collateral relatives.

Such a person is not easily trusting, but is also extremely protective of their own.

If she can produce solid evidence, she will definitely admit to it.

Even if they can't enter the Yun family mansion for the time being, as long as the General's Mansion can see Yun Heting's true colors and protect Chu Wanqing and her frail youngest son Yun Lang, it would be a worthwhile experience of having already transmigrated once.

Chen Mengyao listened from the side and saw that Yun Jin's expression was calm, but she was more nervous than Yun Jin. She took Yun Jin's hand and said, "Jin-meimei, I will go with you tomorrow. I can't let you go alone for such an important matter."

Yun Jin smiled slightly and grasped her hand in return: "Okay, you'll come with me."

After dinner, Yun Jin and Chen Mengyao went back to their room to rest.

Meanwhile, in Old Madam Zheng's room, Zheng Hong took a sip of tea and said to his wife, "I went to the clan school today and saw that Huang Xiucai is a hard worker. His writing has some talent. If he is properly trained, he may become a great man in the future."

He paused, then added, "If he passes this time, he will become my student."

Grandma Zheng sat down beside him, picked up her teacup and took a sip: "This is a good thing, helping others is helping yourself. By the way, have you sent people to investigate Guangping Prefecture and the Prefect of Yizhou? The injustice that Yao'er suffered cannot be left unpunished."

"Don't worry," Zheng Hong said in a deep voice, "I've already arranged for people to investigate. Anyone who dares to touch Yao'er will have to pay a price."

Silent all night.

The next day, as soon as it was light, Yun Jin got up to wash and dress.

Tingzhu styled her hair into a simple double bun, adorned with only two pearl hairpins. She changed into a plain moon-white dress, with a light gray cloak over it, looking elegant and serene.

After breakfast, Yun Jin gave Old Madam Zheng acupuncture again before leading Yun Jin and Chen Mengyao into the carriage, accompanied only by Zheng Zhong and a few guards.

Wang and Li originally wanted to go as well, but Old Madam Zheng stopped them: "It's just a trip to offer incense and chat. Too many people would be inconvenient."

She knew in her heart that Yun Jin's matter was probably not that simple. After all, it concerned the private affairs of the General's Mansion and the Yun family, and the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

As the carriage arrived at Jingxin Nunnery outside the city, the ancient gate of the nunnery could be seen from afar, surrounded by lush pine and cypress trees, exuding a sense of tranquility.

As soon as they arrived at the mountain gate, an old woman in a royal blue jacket came up to greet them, smiling and bowing to Old Madam Zheng: "Old Madam Zheng, our old lady is already waiting in the meditation room."

Upon entering the meditation room, Lan Ying was sitting by the window drinking tea. Seeing them come in, she immediately stood up to greet them.

She wore a plain dark blue dress, her hair tied up with a white jade hairpin. Although she was over fifty years old, she had a tall and straight posture, and one could still vaguely see the heroic spirit of her youth in her eyes.

Actually, Mrs. Zheng is only in her fifties; she just dresses older than her age.

"You've finally arrived!" Lan Ying said, laughing heartily as she took Old Madam Zheng's hand. "We're surrounded by children and grandchildren now, it's really not easy for us to get together."

"Indeed," Grandma Zheng said with a smile, shaking her hand in return. "It's been so long since we last saw each other. It was so much better when we were young. There were fewer things to do then, and we always had so much to talk about whenever we met."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Lan Ying's gaze fell on Chen Mengyao, and she pulled her up and down to look her over: "This must be Yao'er, right? You've grown so much. You look just like your mother when she was young. You're such a pretty girl."

Chen Mengyao sweetly called out "Grandmother Chu," which made Lan Ying laugh non-stop. She patted Chen Mengyao's head and said, "That's wonderful. If your mother were still here, she would be so happy to see you like this." There was a hint of regret in her voice.

Amidst their laughter and conversation, Lan Ying's gaze fell upon Yun Jin again. Seeing that she wore a veil, revealing only her eyes, clear as mountain spring water, she couldn't help but ask with curiosity, "And who is this?"

Grandma Zheng mumbled, "She's a younger member of the family."

Seeing that she was unwilling to elaborate, Lan Ying assumed that she had some unspeakable difficulties, so she didn't ask any further questions, but just smiled and nodded: "She seems to be a bright and intelligent child."

The two elderly women sat on the tatami mat chatting, discussing everything from their children's recent situations to everyday family matters. Chen Mengyao occasionally chimed in, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

After chatting for about half an hour, Old Madam Zheng picked up her teacup, took a sip, and suddenly said to the maids and servants beside her, "You may all leave now. I want to have a private conversation with Old Madam Chu."

Seeing this, Lan Ying knew that Old Madam Zheng had something to say to her, so she also said to the maids and servants around her, "You may all leave now."

After everyone in the room had left, leaving only the four of them in the meditation room, Old Madam Zheng put down her teacup, looked at Lan Ying, and said in a more serious tone, "Lan Ying, I have a question for you, and you must tell me the truth."

Seeing her serious expression, Lan Ying's heart skipped a beat: "What is it?"

"You... only have Wanqing as your daughter, right?" Old Mrs. Zheng asked slowly.

Lan Ying paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, who else could it be? Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Grandma Zheng then asked, "So, Wanqing only had one daughter, Yunxiu, back then?"

"Yes," Lan Ying said, increasingly puzzled. "Later, she had another child named Yunlang, but that child was always weak and a worry. Why are you suddenly asking about this..."

Grandma Zheng didn't respond to her words, but instead beckoned to Yun Jin: "Child, take off your veil and let your grandmother see you."

Lan Ying assumed that she was being addressed as maternal grandmother because of her grandmother's lineage, and didn't think much of it, just staring at Yun Jin.

Yun Jin took a deep breath and raised her hand to remove her veil.

When that beautiful face was fully revealed, Lan Ying's eyes widened suddenly. The teacup in her hand clattered onto the small table, and she didn't even notice the tea splashing out.

She stared blankly at Yun Jin, then abruptly turned to look at Old Madam Zheng, her lips trembling: "This...this child...how can he look so much like...?"

She resembles Wanqing somewhat, but even more so, she resembles myself when I was younger!

Grandma Zheng said in a deep voice, "Like you, isn't it?"

Lan Ying nodded mechanically, her gaze fixed on Yun Jin, her eyes swirling with shock, confusion, and disbelief: "What on earth is going on? Who is she?"