Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Leave? Are you kidding? She came back this time for the throne. Rather than being manipulated by others in the future, it is better to manipulate others. As for the children, there are many without parents in the royal family.

However, Yu Yan smelled something in it, and his eyes flickered as he looked at Jiuli. He had to say that his daughter was almost a natural emperor, excellent and resourceful.

"That's great. It's a good opportunity for you to share some of the responsibilities with me. You can't be lazy anymore," Yu Yan retracted his gaze and looked at the memorial in his hand, only to find that he couldn't read it at all.

"It is the Queen Mother's order. I will definitely not refuse." Jiuli tilted her head, with a determined smile.

"You did a good job in your previous position in the Ministry of War. Go to the Ministry of Revenue when you come back this time. You will start attending court tomorrow." Yu Yan picked up the pen and then said, "Go see him when you have time."

"I understand, child," Jiuli said without changing his expression.

At the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion, Jiang Wan and his men were waiting outside for Jiang San's carriage. The step-wife beside him looked a little bit like Jiang's father, but the difference was totally unrecognizable.

After all, how can there be any comparison between one who is well-fed and well-fed and another who has to go hungry for two meals in three days in the village?

A carriage slowly appeared on the street. Jiang Shu stopped and bowed when it was almost in front of Jiang Wan, the Duke of Zhenguo.

"Sir," he turned and knocked on the carriage door.

Hearing the voice, Jiang San looked a little nervous, but he still tried to remain calm and got off the carriage with Qing Shen (Qing Shen was the servant assigned to Jiang San when he arrived at Yu Mansion).

When Jiang Wan saw the familiar face, she couldn't help but take a step forward, and even her eyes turned red. It was indeed very similar.

"Child, you're home." She raised her hand but paused on Jiang Sanmian, her tone slightly changed, "I am your mother."

"Sir Jiang, if you don't come and take a look, it would be bad in case you recognize the wrong person." When Jiang San saw his stepmother, he subconsciously stood up and his eyes were full of defense.

"There's no mistake. You must be my child. You look a lot like your father. You probably haven't met him yet," Jiang Wan said, grabbing Jiang San's sleeve and bringing him in.

As for the people next to him, he didn't even look at them. He originally wanted to introduce them to his brothers and sisters, but he didn't do so. He just took them directly to his study, which he never allowed anyone to enter.

He took out a scroll from the box and showed it to Jiang San.

After Jiang Wan dragged Jiang San away, the handkerchief in the stepmother's hand was about to tear, she didn't expect that he would come back! !

"You can each go back to your own courtyards. I'll have someone inform you of the dinner later." The stepmother's smile was very forced, and her tone did not change much.

"Yes, father." The young men and women nearby bowed and returned to their own courtyards one by one.

They had never seen their mother dote on someone like this. Even when the Crown Prince, Oh Busheng Miss was around, she never doted on him like this. It seemed that they should not be underestimated and were a rival.

Jiang San was sitting there looking at the scroll, and he looked quite similar to him. The look he gave Jiang Wan was full of fake warmth.

"By the way, what's your name?" Jiang Wan put away his excitement and regained his composure while sitting in the chair.

"Jiang San." Jiang San lowered his head. He always felt that this name was not very good, but his wife would not change it for him, so he felt wronged.

Jiang Wan slammed the table fiercely. What's Jiang San? Seeing Jiang San's aggrieved look, she felt very distressed.

"Before your father passed away, it was decided that the two characters Che and Miao would be your name," Jiang Wan whispered.

"I'll follow your instructions, sir." Jiang San said awkwardly, his eyes never leaving the scroll.

"Just call him Che. He'll be called Jiang Che in the family tree." Jiang Wan picked up a pen and wrote two words and asked Jiang Shu to take it to the clan elders to be recorded in the family tree.

"Jiang Che?" Jiang San's eyebrows curved. Although it was not his wife's name, he accepted it reluctantly.

"I'll have someone pick a good day to hold a family reunion banquet for you. Mother is looking forward to your return," Jiang Wan said with a cheap smile, "your grandmother also means the same thing. I'll take you to see her some other day."

"Didn't your wife come with you?" Jiang Wan's eyes swept over Qing Ling, his eyes flashing slightly, indicating that this aura was not simple.

It seems that Jiang Che's wife is obviously not an ordinary person, so he has to change his plan and not be too aggressive.

"My wife has something to do," Jiang San didn't say what he was going to do, but his face was full of happiness.

Jiang Wan felt a sharp pain in her heart. Her son, whom she had just brought back, was taken away by someone. It was all her fault for being a step too late.

After chatting for a few minutes, Jiang Wan took Jiang San to Wanyue Courtyard. Walking on the bluestone path, Jiang Wan spoke slowly.

"Wanyue Courtyard was where your father lived before he died. He loved plum blossoms. I don't know what you like either. See if there's anything you don't like and ask Jiang Shu to change it."

Jiang San nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

"The person beside me, Yu Yuan, knows a lot about the affairs of the mansion. I'll give her the money," Jiang Wan continued to instruct, but felt that the amount he gave was not enough.

"I understand. Are all the people standing outside today my brothers and sisters?" Jiang San turned his gaze and looked at Jiang Wan.

"You have only one brother, Jiang Mu, who is now the head husband of Yongning Marquis Mansion. As for the others, they are all illegitimate children." Jiang Wan didn't care at all, but wondered in her heart why she had so many children?

"You are the only legitimate son in this mansion, and your ladyship, as the second wife, must pay respects to you," Jiang Wan continued.

In her heart, only the children born to her late husband are hers.

"Okay, you must be tired after running around for days. Rest early. Let's get together with family members in the evening, just Jiang Mu and I." Jiang Wan was about to touch Jiang San's head, but her hand stopped in mid-air.

Forget it, the kid just came back and isn’t very familiar with the place yet. He had just taken a few steps when he heard Jiang San’s voice coming over.

"What are you going to do with the child you exchanged with me?" Jiang Sanxin thought, if you are not satisfied with what I said, snort.

"Take back the resources and treat him as a distant relative." Jiang Wan stopped and felt a little regretful. After all, he was the child she had raised and the designated heir.

He is not her biological child, just a distant relative.

"I understand." Jiang San nodded, "Have a nice walk."

"Have a good rest," Jiang Wan said, and walked further away.

Jiang San sat on the chaise longue by the window and glanced at the furnishings in the room. It was a style he would like.

"Qing Xing," he picked up a book from the bookshelf, took a look at it, put it down, and waved to the young man who was serving beside him.

"Master." Qing Ling withdrew his gaze and walked quickly into the room.

"Is there any news about my wife?" Jiang San asked with annoyance in his eyes. What was he asking? !

"Master, rest assured. I will come to see you as soon as the master comes out." Qing Ling lowered his head slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"I want to eat pear and white fungus soup." Jiang San held his cheek, lying on the low table on the couch, and spoke weakly.