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The two left the village without incident, and Old Wang would occasionally look back at them.

Even after Old Lady Wang skillfully instructed an old servant to prepare the carriage, jumped onto it, and called out a hidden guard surnamed Chi to drive it, she didn't look back once.

Old Wang was still pulling at the carriage curtain, looking back.

"If you're so reluctant to leave, why are you staying here?" Old Mrs. Wang had her eyes closed and was turned away from Old Mr. Wang, but she still saw right through him.

“…Old woman, your whole family is strange.” Old Wang pretended not to see the frown on Old Mrs. Wang’s face and said, “The old servant at the door just now seemed to recognize you. His old eyes were so red, he was almost in tears. You never intended to hide your identity, so why didn’t you just acknowledge him properly? It would be better than you figuring it out yourself.”

After returning to Wanning City, they actually built a network of relationships, mostly from their earlier years. Most of these relationships were no longer usable, but fortunately, Wang Zhuo was still a decent person and didn't forget his parents. However, even though they were middle-aged, he was still as clingy as he had been in his youth.

With Wang Zhuo mediating, progress was made faster than expected, but there is still a long way to go before the Wang family can truly have a strong backing in the future.

The old wife had lofty ambitions. She wanted to completely break free from all the benefits of being the Princess of Yongchang and truly rely on her own strength to ensure that the identity of the 'Wang family' could stand firmly in Dachang, unaffected by hardship, war, or even dynastic changes.

This is something that cannot be accomplished overnight, and it is certainly not something that can be accomplished by the efforts of the couple alone.

"This meeting today was probably a spur-of-the-moment decision, rather than them wanting to acknowledge me as their relative," said Old Mrs. Wang calmly, without a trace of joy on her face at the prospect of seeing her family again.

She knew who she was all along, and had never basked in the glory of her former status for decades, so naturally she felt no excitement upon seeing him again. "I think so too," Old Wang said, looking at his wife, trying to discern other emotions from her face, but clearly to no avail. "Are you still resentful towards them?"

The Duke of Anguo's mansion was looking for her, and another force in the royal family was also looking for her. Both sides had only started to search for her in a big way in the last few years. Otherwise, Dachang had gradually become peaceful in recent years, and the Duke of Anguo's mansion had not lost too much power. How could they not find her?

Grandma Wang shook her head: "What is there to complain about? The homes of those important people are full of filth."

Moreover, she never resented the Duke of Anguo's mansion for not finding her in time; she left the Duke of Anguo's mansion voluntarily, so she couldn't blame anyone else.

If we really have to talk about it, it's her losing her youngest daughter that Aibao should really blame. But Aibao has never shown the slightest dissatisfaction towards her. In the past few years, she only missed her child Zao'er, but in the last two years, she has stopped missing her and is now focused on running her small general store.

Old Mrs. Wang knew that Aibao had already met Zao'er from the Duke of Anguo's mansion, but Zao'er did not know her identity and only thought of her as a kind-hearted general store owner, and would occasionally go to the general store to sit.

Aibao knew, and probably vaguely guessed something, but never asked herself about it. She must have figured it out by now.

“Let’s go back. We don’t need to worry about anything else,” said Old Mrs. Wang. “We don’t know how Ayu and the others are doing in Wanning City. If we go back any later, we’ll probably have to worry about even more.”

Seeing that Old Mrs. Wang didn't want to talk much, Old Wang stopped talking, found a thin blanket, covered Old Mrs. Wang with it, and closed his eyes to rest.

(End of this chapter)