After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

"Oh, that's right! Look at her features and expression, she looks exactly like the young lady!"

Shopkeeper Song was so excited that his beard was trembling, and his eyes were full of love as he looked at Jiang Shiyuan.

He rubbed his hands together, his tone respectful and excited, "Young lady, you are finally back!"

"I still remember vividly the scene when the young lady brought you to play in the store!"

"I remember you were only a little taller than my calf at the time, and then you stood on that high stool and opened the drawers of the medicine cabinets one by one, insisting on tasting them all!"

Hearing this, Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but smile and responded generously, "Manager Song has a good memory. Shiyuan was naughty when he was a child. I'm sorry to have caused you trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble. Now that I think about it, you must have had an indissoluble bond with Chinese medicine at that time!"

Shopkeeper Song smiled so hard that his teeth were showing, and then he quickly turned sideways and made a "please" gesture.

"Boss, young lady, please come in, please come in!"

Mr. Zhong walked into the inner hall with his hands behind his back and walked like a dragon and a tiger. He laughed loudly and said, "Old Song, I'm here today because I have something important to announce!"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Jiang Shiyuan, his eyes full of love and expectation.

"Everyone, this is my granddaughter Jiang Shiyuan. From now on, she will be the young master of our Qing Yu Tang!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent.

Everyone looked at each other in shock.

"Boss, what are you doing..." Shopkeeper Song, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but ask.

Mr. Zhong waved his hand, signaling him to be patient, "I am old now, and I have been busy for so many years. It is time for my old bones to rest!"

"Shiyuan is a very smart child since she was young, and she has inherited her mother's medical talent."

"I believe that she will be able to lead Qing Yu Tang to a more glorious future!"

Mr. Zhong said this proudly, holding Jiang Shiyuan's hand and solemnly bringing her in front of everyone.

"From today on, all matters of Qing Yu Tang will be handled by Shi Yuan!"

Jiang Shiyuan's heart trembled, and he immediately felt an unprecedented pressure on his shoulders.

But she did not retreat. Instead, she straightened her back and looked around at everyone with a firm gaze.

"Shopkeeper Song, all the masters, I am Jiang Shiyuan, a newcomer, and I still have a lot to learn in the future. I hope you will give me some advice!"

"Young Master, you are too polite!" Shopkeeper Song was the first to react and took the lead in bowing to Jiang Shiyuan. "We will do our best to assist you!"

"Assist the young master with all our strength!" Everyone present also expressed their opinions.

Mr. Zhong nodded with satisfaction, turned around and said to Jiang Shiyuan, "Xiaoyuan, I know you won't be in Jinling often in the future."

"So, we still have to rely on the diligent management of the shop owners of Qing Yu Tang stores!"

"If you don't understand anything, just ask them!"

"Yes, grandpa." Jiang Shiyuan nodded slightly and responded respectfully.

Afterwards, Shopkeeper Song led Jiang Shiyuan to introduce in detail the functions and operating procedures of each district of Qing Yu Tang.

From the identification, procurement, and preparation of medicinal materials, to the recruitment, training, and management of doctors and waiters, to the preparation, dispensing, and decoction of prescriptions and after-sales care for patients, every link is explained in detail and is easy to understand.

Jiang Shiyuan listened carefully and kept the key points of Manager Song's words in mind.

She knew very well that she was shouldering the heavy responsibility of the Zhong family's century-old foundation and must not slack off in the slightest.

After visiting the Jinling headquarters of Qing Yu Tang, night had quietly fallen.

On the way back, Jiang Shiyuan looked at the flashing neon lights outside the car window and fell into a moment of contemplation.

"Grandpa, I want to go to the Zhong clan ancestral hall. Is that okay with you?" she suddenly asked cautiously.

Jiang Shiyuan knew that since ancient times, women were not allowed to worship in the ancestral halls of many prominent families, and they were not even allowed to enter.

"Okay, grandpa will go with you!" Grandpa Zhong agreed without hesitation.

In the minds of the successive heads of the Zhong family, doctors are benevolent and everyone is equal. They simply don't have so many corrupt, feudal, and patriarchal rules.

Even his only daughter, Zhong Songtang, can enter the ancestral temple and enjoy incense and offerings, so why can't her granddaughter worship?

The Zhong Clan Ancestral Hall is located in a secluded mountain forest on the outskirts of the city, backed by Zhongjia Yaoshan. The environment is quiet and solemn.

When Jiang Shiyuan stepped into the ancestral hall, an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, accompanied by the smell of incense, candles and fireworks, instantly hit him in the face.

She first washed her hands with clean water under the service of the ancestral hall manager, and then walked solemnly to the long rosewood altar.

Jiang Shiyuan gently took out three incense sticks from the incense barrel and lit them quietly while standing beside the eternal lamp.

Then she raised three incense sticks above her head, knelt on the cushion, and kowtowed deeply to the ancestral tablets in the hall.

"Ancestors of the Zhong family, I, the unfilial descendant Jiang Shiyuan, have come here today to pay my respects!"

"I hope our ancestors will bless grandpa with good health, bless the Zhong family with peace and prosperity, and bless Qing Yu Tang with long-lasting prosperity!"

She closed her eyes, prayed sincerely, and kowtowed three times respectfully.

After inserting three incense sticks into the copper incense burner, Jiang Shiyuan's eyes inadvertently fell on a tablet placed alone on the side.

She hurried over holding the hem of her cheongsam, gently stroking the name on the tablet with her bare hands, and tears instantly blurred her eyes.

Jiang Shiyuan's voice was choked with sobs, "Mother, Xiaoyuan is back home, Xiaoyuan is here to see you!"

"My daughter is unfilial. She came so late..."

Seeing this scene, Mr. Zhong, who was standing quietly by, couldn't help but recall the warm past when they were father and daughter.

Now they are separated by Yin and Yang, and the old man is sending the young man away. He can't help but feel sad, and two lines of tears flow down his weather-beaten face...

A gust of night wind blew by, and the candlelight in the ancestral hall swayed gently, stretching the silhouettes of the father and son very long, as if responding to their longing for each other.

After the grandfather and grandson calmed down, Jiang Shiyuan affectionately took Grandpa Zhong's arm and slowly walked out of the ancestral hall.

"Grandpa, it's my fault. I made you sad with me." Jiang Shiyuan gently patted the back of Grandpa Zhong's hand and said apologetically.

"Silly child, what are you talking about? I don't blame you..."

Mr. Zhong touched the top of her head lovingly, but there was a hint of unshakable sadness between his eyes and brows.

"If your mother knew about this now, she would definitely be very pleased..."

"Yeah!" Jiang Shiyuan nodded obediently, but his eyes secretly turned red again.

The grandfather and grandson got into the car one after another, and the black car drove steadily in the night.

There was silence in the carriage.

"Grandpa..." Jiang Shiyuan suddenly broke the silence and asked in a serious tone.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyuan?" Mr. Zhong thought she was not feeling well and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I just..." Jiang Shiyuan hesitated, as if he was organizing his words.

"Grandpa, if one day the Japanese invaded Nanjing, and then burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil..."

"Then what about our Zhong family's century-old business, our Qing Yu Tang?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhong's face suddenly changed and he fell silent for a while.

He knew what his granddaughter meant, and he also knew that with the Japanese's evil ambitions, Nanjing's peaceful days would probably not last long.

When the nest is overturned, no eggs will be left unbroken. Mr. Zhong had deeply experienced this truth since the time when the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded China.

"Xiaoyuan'er, Grandpa has considered this question many times before."

After a long time, Mr. Zhong spoke slowly, his tone heavy.

"If there really comes a day like that..."

"I, Zhong Songtang, will definitely lead the way, sacrifice my family property to help the country, and fight against the Japanese with all my strength!"

"We, the Zhong family, would rather die in glory than live in disgrace!"

"It's a pity to destroy Qing Yu Tang's century-old foundation!"

"But the descendants of the Zhong family must not be hypocritical and become slaves of a conquered nation, traitors, or traitors!"

When Mr. Zhong said this, his tone was firm and powerful, without any hesitation or retreat.

Jiang Shiyuan looked at his grandfather who was speaking eloquently and understandingly, and his heart was filled with admiration and emotion.

"Grandpa, I understand..."

Jiang Shiyuan nodded heavily, but there was a hint of broken light in his eyes.

She thought about the fact that she might have to endure humiliation and serve undercover in Japan in the future.

Jiang Shiyuan was probably going to be branded as a "traitor, traitor to his country" by his grandfather, and he felt an inexplicable sense of grievance and sadness in his heart.

Mr. Zhong noticed that Jiang Shiyuan was in an unusual mood and pinched her cute little nose.

"Why is our Xiaoyuan suddenly unhappy?"

Jiang Shiyuan tightly grasped Mr. Zhong's thin but warm hand and pleaded, "Grandpa, do you believe in Xiaoyuan?"

"If one day in the future, Xiaoyuaner does something that brings shame to you and the Zhong family, can you firmly choose to believe me?"