The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 252

Unexpectedly, the child shook his head. Xu Tian cursed inwardly, realizing he had been overthinking things. Then, Wang Jia Tai said, "He's not my grandfather!"

These words were like a thunderbolt, and everyone's attention turned to the two of them.

Chang Sinan also ran over, patted Wang Jiatai on the shoulder, and said, "Wang Jiatai, just say what you have to say. This Prefect of Jingzhao is my father; he will stand up for you. Besides, even if my father can't make the decision..."

Lord Chang's lips twitched, and then he heard his precious son say, "Even if my father can't make the decision, there's still the tutor. The tutor is a high-ranking official!"

Wang Jiatai burst out laughing at these words.

"Master, my name is indeed Wang Jiatai. But he is not my grandfather. I am Chen Nan! An orphan from the Confucius Temple. I have lived in the Confucius Temple since I was born."

If I don't tell him I'm his grandson, someone will come out and beat me up badly.

As he spoke, Wang Jiatai rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform, revealing the scars on her body—one bruise after another, quite gruesome.

Xu Tian then smiled and walked over to Dongfang Tingyun, whispering a few words in her ear. The two were so close, and given Dongfang Tingyun's striking appearance, the woman felt a little awkward.

Xu Tian seemed to disregard the strict separation between men and women, and after giving detailed instructions, he left.

Dongfang Tingyun immediately said, "Since you've decided that this person is your grandson, then tell me what characteristics Wang Jiatai has, what he likes to eat, and what his daily habits are?"

The old man was taken aback at first, then said, "My grandson Wang loves to eat... naturally he loves to eat tofu. As for his daily habits, he naturally likes to work in the fields and play with bamboo dragonflies with the village children. As for any distinguishing features, my grandson doesn't have any distinguishing features! If he has any distinguishing features, it's that he has a black birthmark on his left arm."

Xu Tian narrowed his eyes, and Dongfang Tingyun frowned. The old man's description was something everyone had seen when Xu Tian pulled up Wang Jiatai's sleeve earlier.

Unexpectedly, Dongfang Tingyun shook her head and said, "Wang Jiatai has never liked tofu; he prefers sweet potatoes. May I ask you again, does Wang Jiatai write with his left hand or his right?"

The old man immediately replied, "Of course, I use my right hand! Who writes with their left hand!"

Wang Jiatai said with a proud expression, "I'm left-handed."

There was an uproar among the people.

"If he's a real grandfather, and he doesn't even know whether his grandson uses his left or right hand to write, then he's definitely an imposter!"

After Wang Jiatai finished speaking, his face turned red, and he lowered his head and said, "Actually, I have a red flame mark on my chest. The person who raised me once told me that it was a birthmark I had since I was a child."

At this moment, the crowd in official robes erupted into chaos.

"I never thought that anything could be found these days. I think this old man is in his seventies or eighties, yet he's still trying to lure children. Could he be a kidnapper?"