Super System in the Early Tang Dynasty

"Who...who did you see?" The old man with the crane-skin coat next to him was stunned, his whole body suddenly trembled, and his face was full of disbelief!

"Young Master! Master!"

"Young Master? Is he Cheng'er's child?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Heaven has not forsaken my Li family!" The old man trembled and cried out, tears streaming down his face!

"Child, where is that child now? How is he? Has he suffered outside?" The old man's eyes flickered, as if he was hesitating about something, afraid of hearing an answer he didn't want to hear.

"This old servant sees that the young master is doing very well—the young master is, is..." The white-haired old man, who was still lying on the bed, suddenly froze, his hands trembling, his face turning red, but he could not speak.

"Where!?"

"I...I...I fainted in a panic, and Li Tie and the other man carried me back." The old man's face was flushed, and he stammered, seemingly overwhelmed with shame!

"Quick! Go and fetch them both!" the old man urged loudly. Then, he said to the old man still lying in bed, "You should rest well and not ruin your health. The entire Li family still needs your help..."

"This old servant knows, but Master, you must take care of yourself..." The old man trembled as he watched the departing elder, choking back tears as he spoke.

The old man walked to the central hall, where Li Tie and his companion were already waiting.

By this time, the old man had calmed down and sat upright on the high table, looking at the two people below.

"Did you run into a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy on the road with Manager Zhao today?" The calm tone carried a hint of urgency.

"Yes, sir!"

"What do you look like?"

The two people standing below gave the old man a strange look, pouted, and seemed unsure of what to say.

"Speak!" The old man looked at the two of them, a hint of urgency and worry flashing in his eyes.

"Big eyes, high nose, thick eyebrows..." one of them stammered, the older man's brows furrowing more and more as he spoke! Finally, in his haste, he blurted out, "Just...just like you used to look..."

"Haha—" Upon hearing this, the old man laughed heartily, seemingly radiant with joy, as if he had returned to his youth.

"He told you where he lives."

The two men below exchanged a glance, and one of them hesitated before stepping forward and saying, "I vaguely heard that person say that if there's anything, go to the Wang family in Luoyang to find him..."

“The Wang family? Hmm…” The old man frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Although the Wang family of Luoyang was only a branch of the Wang family of Taiyuan, it was still a true aristocratic family, and not someone a lowly merchant like him could afford to offend.

Although the Li family was quite wealthy, in the eyes of those powerful clans, they might not be as good as a down-on-his-luck scholar. Entering the Wang family's gate was not an easy task!

Li Qing had no idea that he had unintentionally created a huge problem for his future grandfather!

"Did you all see clearly what the young man was dressed like? And who was with him?" The old man's heart stirred, and he stroked his beard, frowning slightly as he spoke.

"There's only one young woman beside her." This time, one of the two, being quite quick-witted, immediately chimed in, "She's wearing a light blue dress with a silk brocade lining; she looks quite distinguished!"

"Prepare the carriage, we're going to visit the Wang family in Luoyang!" The old man's worried expression vanished, and he stroked his long beard, a smile spreading across his face—"My Li family's sons are extraordinary wherever they go..."

At the Wang family's residence, through a side gate, an elderly man with white hair and white skin alighted from an oxcart.

Upon seeing the old man, the gatekeeper hurried forward and asked politely, "Father-in-law, what can I do for you?"

“My surname is Li. I’m here to find someone,” the old man said, catching his breath. He handed over another name card and continued, “I’m looking for a quiet, reserved young man of sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a blue robe.”

The gatekeeper took the business card and frowned deeply upon seeing "Li Gao, a wealthy merchant from Chang'an" written on it! Although the Wang family had declined somewhat, it was still one of the Five Surnames and Seven Aristocratic Families. How could they possibly receive a mere lowly merchant?! Moreover, the Wang family, being so large, had quite a few young men like him!

The gatekeeper's face also showed a hint of impatience.

Even a seventh-rank official is treated like a prime minister! Moreover, these people are shrewd and understand the saying: "Don't bully the rich, don't bully the poor; don't bully the old, don't bully the young."

In the past, the gatekeeper might have started kicking people out.

Fortunately, the servants the old man brought were perceptive and immediately took out a painting, unfolded it, and revealed a handsome young man in the picture.

The gatekeeper stared at the boy in the picture for a while, then his stiff and unpleasant expression suddenly changed, relaxing and becoming somewhat smiling. "So you're looking for this young master!"

He had heard about what happened at the Cold Festival banquet that day.

In recent days, they have come to know how much their eldest son, the future head of the Wang family, values ​​this person!

Since it was related to that person, even if he was just a merchant, the doorman dared not delay.

"you are?"

“I am a relative he has never met. You will know once you bring him here.”

"Oh my goodness, this is quite something, the family has come to reunite." The gatekeeper thought to himself, and quickly stepped forward to help the old man, leading him to a side hall. He whispered a few words to the servants waiting nearby before returning to his quarters.

"Please take a seat, sir!" One of the leading servants led the old man to a seat with neither servility nor arrogance. He then took the milk that had been served and respectfully handed it to the old man. "Please wait a moment, sir. I have already sent someone to invite him."

The old man was somewhat flattered as he accepted the hot lotion. After taking a sip, he found it to be fragrant and without any of the usual fishy taste.

I couldn't help but sigh inwardly: These aristocratic families are truly extraordinary!

Back when he was young and impetuous, he had visited the Wang family in Luoyang, but was left waiting all day and was not allowed to enter. Who would have thought that in his old age, he would be treated with such high regard by the Wang family.

Before long, a handsome young man dressed in a blue robe, with red lips and white teeth, entered the hall through the main entrance.

The old man looked the boy over and over for a long time, then clapped his hands loudly, tears streaming down his face, and exclaimed, "Good! Good!"

Looking at the old man in front of her, who was crying and laughing and clapping his hands, Li Qing felt a bitter and sour feeling in her heart for some reason.

These must be the relatives of the original owner of this body!

A thousand thoughts suddenly flooded my mind. "Oh well, we'll deal with whatever comes our way! What can they really do to us?"

Even though he thought that, he still couldn't help feeling flustered. He was definitely feeling guilty!

Li Qing composed himself, forcing himself to remain calm, and asked, "Who are you?"

The old man didn't answer. After a moment of silence, he asked instead, "Do you wear a jade pendant on your chest? One side has a landscape painting, and the other side has the character 'Li'?"

Li Qing had a good idea of ​​what was going on, and took out the jade pendant from his chest. "Is this the one?"

The old man stepped forward, carefully and tremblingly, and took the jade pendant, gently touching it as if he were greeting a long-lost old friend.

"This is it, it's our Li family's ancestral heirloom! And you—" The old man looked deeply at Li Qing and said, "And you are my Li family's seventy-eighth generation descendant, my own grandson!" As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, and suddenly, grief welled up within him, "My poor child—"