Reborn, meet you again!

While Jiang Zheng was talking to Liu, Song Wan had already arrived at Xiangyun Teahouse and took a seat in a private room on the second floor.

Because Lu Luo had already made arrangements in advance, there were no other guests on the second floor except Song Wan today.

Song Wan looked down and saw that the first floor was already filled with common people as usual. The sounds of singing, drums, and cheers came up from downstairs continuously.

Song Wan didn't have to wait long before Uncle Fu was brought up by Lu Luo.

This time, Song Wan did not stand up to exchange pleasantries with him. She only asked two maids to guard the entrance to the second floor and not allow anyone to approach. Then she gave him a bright smile and spoke in a generous manner.

"Uncle Fu, sit down."

Hearing the extremely familiar voice of Uncle Fu, Uncle Fu was slightly stunned.

I keenly sensed that Miss Jiang...

Today seems a little unusual.

The few times she met him before, although she was neither humble nor arrogant, she still showed just the right amount of respect.

But today...

Uncle Fu thought about it, sat down with some hesitation, glanced at the opera being performed downstairs, and said thoughtfully.

"Miss Jiang has spent a lot of money these days to build momentum for the Prime Minister in Shangjing. I would like to thank you on his behalf."

"When the Prime Minister returns, I will definitely tell him about Miss Jiang's intentions. He will surely be grateful for her kindness in helping him in his time of need."

Song Wan was not overly surprised that Uncle Fu could guess that these things were done by her.

But if Uncle Fu had told her about this a few days ago, she would just continue to work under the guise of working for Jun Jiuchen.

But now, it's different.

"Uncle Fu, you're too polite. I'm doing this for the Prime Minister, not out of any expectation of reward, but... out of my own heart."

"So, whether the Prime Minister knows or not, I will do it."

"Original heart?" Uncle Fu seemed to ponder the words. "I wonder what Miss Jiang means by 'original heart'?"

Song Wan did not directly answer Uncle Fu's question, but changed the subject.

"I remember when I was little, an elder in my family told me some stories... Uncle Fu, would you like to hear them?"

"Miss Jiang, please speak."

Upon hearing this, Song Wan turned her head and looked into Uncle Fu's eyes, speaking word by word.

"Lying on the ice to catch carp, crying to the bamboo to make bamboo shoots grow... Zilu carrying rice..."

When he heard these words, Uncle Fu's eyebrows jumped unconsciously.

But it soon returned to normal.

"The elder Miss Jiang is talking about must be Master Jiang. It seems that Master Jiang has taught the virtue of filial piety with great care..."

Song Wan shook her head.

"No, the person I'm talking about is not my father, but an elder who has been with my father since he was a humble man."

"He was originally a gangster. Twenty years ago, when he was down and out, my father gave him a meal and buried his first wife. He then hid his name and followed my father wholeheartedly for a full twenty years."

"To my father, he was a master and servant, a confidant, and a relative..."

Song Wan paused as she spoke, a pretty smile still on her lips, but a mist unconsciously filled her eyes.

"Uncle Fu... do you know him?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Wan saw Uncle Fu's eyes tremble.

After just a moment, he just continued to look at her, speaking in a steady yet somewhat wary tone.

"Miss Jiang, you're joking. I'm not even familiar with Mr. Jiang, so how could I recognize someone like him?"

Song Wan knew that although very few people knew about Uncle Fu's past with his father, this alone was not enough to convince him, but he was not in a hurry.

She seemed not to hear his words and continued talking to herself.

"Uncle Fu, do you still remember the unidentified letter the Prime Minister's Mansion received when I first entered it a few months ago?"

"Naturally remember."

"If I say that the letter... was written by me personally, would you believe it, Uncle Fu?" Song Wan said, and suddenly picked up the pen that had been prepared on the table.

The content of the letter was rewritten in two different handwritings.

He pushed it in front of Uncle Fu and continued.

"Spring has gone but the flowers remain, summer has come and the moon is bright again..."

"It's just that... although there's only one moon, it waxes and wanes, and it's different every day."

"I wonder if one day, two moons appeared in the sky. How would we... tell the real from the fake?"

Looking at the two lines of poetry with completely different handwritings in front of him, as well as these words, Uncle Fu finally lost his composure.

One of the handwritings was indeed the same as the handwriting on the letter received by the Prime Minister's Mansion.

And the other one...

It belongs to the eldest lady.

He stared carefully at the woman in front of him, her hand holding the cup turning slightly pale.

"Miss Jiang said so, could it be that...Miss Jiang has a solution?"

Upon hearing this, Song Wan took out a letter from her arms without any hesitation and handed it to Uncle Fu.

"Uncle Fu, have you ever heard of...reincarnation?"

When Uncle Fu heard this, his heart suddenly moved. He quickly reached out and took the letter handed to him by Song Wan. His eyes quickly swept across the letter, and then, the trembling in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

Although there were only a few items written on it, they were all private secrets of officials in the capital that the Prime Minister had investigated.

This is something only a true young lady would know...

Song Wan's voice continued to ring in Uncle Fu's ears.

"After I fell off a cliff in Leiyang, I opened my eyes and found myself as Jiang Wanqiao, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Ningyuan Marquisate who had committed suicide by hanging. I survived in her place."

"And if I'm not mistaken, the one in Prince Huai's Mansion now is the real Jiang Wanqiao."

Looking at the face in front of him, which was completely different from the eldest lady's, and listening to her every word, Uncle Fu's heart was in turmoil.

Although there was a voice in his heart telling him that what she said was true.

But...she is Jun Jiuchen's person.

With Jun Jiuchen's understanding of the eldest lady and his current abilities, it is not impossible for him to find out these things.

And now he...

But he has a grudge against the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Just as the eldest lady lost her memory, this Miss Jiang suddenly appeared... I'm afraid there is some conspiracy.

He had to be careful.

Thinking of this, Uncle Fu finally calmed down again and quickly put the letter in his hand back into his sleeve.

"Miss Jiang summoned me here today and suddenly revealed my true identity. But what do you want to say?"

This matter is too strange, and he cannot act rashly before finding out the truth.

However, there must be a reason why Miss Jiang chose to tell him the truth at this time. He wanted to hear what she wanted to do first.