Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

"Your mother is Ruan Xingzhu."

Duan Zhengchun finally uttered the name with trembling hands.

He then told Murong Fu and A'Zhu his story with Ruan Xingzhu.

Back then, he had a family conflict and went on a trip to clear his mind. Unexpectedly, he met Ruan Xingzhu. Duan Zhengchun saw that she was gentle and elegant and came from a wealthy family. Ruan Xingzhu also liked his singing and romantic style. The two fell in love and a few months later, they had A Zhu.

However, due to family reasons, Duan Zhengchun could not take a second wife, and therefore could not take responsibility for Ruan Xingzhu.

In this world, if Ruan Xingzhu's family found out that she had become pregnant out of wedlock, it would be a capital offense. After giving birth to Azhu, she would have no choice but to give her away...

Upon hearing this, A'Zhu felt a surge of anger rising in her chest:

"If you truly love my mother, and know you can't take responsibility for her, why did you provoke her?"

Even taking her as a concubine would be better than letting her have a child out of wedlock and giving away one's own daughter!

Where is my mother now? Is she still alive?

Duan Zhengchun sighed repeatedly upon hearing A'Zhu's questioning.

"Yes, I know I've let your mother down. All these years, I've longed to be reunited with her..."

A'Zhu, it's all Father's fault, but what can we do when our love was at its peak...?

Sigh, how about you and Young Master Murong stay here for a few days?

"Go see your mother then; she's suffered so much all these years... Please give her my regards."

Duan Zhengchun then cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Young Master Murong, for finding my daughter."

Before Murong Fu could respond, A'Zhu said, "Here, this is an invitation. If you'd like to come, please come and have a drink at my and the young master's wedding..."

"I'm not staying here anymore. Your mansion is too grand and too big. It can't accommodate my mother, nor can it accommodate me..."

Duan Zhengchun had always felt that Murong Fu and his daughter were too close, but he never expected that they would get married.

Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but scrutinize Murong Fu again...

Yes, he is indeed a handsome man.

Then I thought of Murong Fu's reputation, and the Swallow's Nest in Suzhou... Hmm, it's a good place, truly a land of outstanding people and beautiful scenery.

With him taking care of A-Zhu, she has indeed found a good home.

Duan Zhengchun's guilt towards his daughter lessened slightly, and he made up his mind to prepare a grand gift to support her.

"Ah Zhu, I'll definitely be there. It's a pity your brother went out traveling to play. I'll definitely bring him to your wedding!"

A'Zhu originally knew very little about the Duan family of Dali, but on the way, Murong Fu told her that his father was very likely Duan Zhengchun, the Prince of Zhennan.

Therefore, A'Zhu also inquired about Duan Zhengchun's whereabouts on the road.

As the saying goes, a golden cup or a silver cup is not as good as the people's word of mouth.

Duan Zhengchun, the Prince of Zhennan of Dali, was a well-known figure in the martial arts world, especially after entering Dali, where he became a household name.

His martial arts skills, achievements, and appearance are secondary; what matters most is Prince Duan's love history!

It is said that this prince was a man of deep affection and fidelity, lingering among women for many years and leaving behind many romantic tales.

Before A'Zhu arrived, she wasn't sure, but when Duan Zhengchun revealed his identity, all the so-called beautiful stories A'Zhu had heard before turned into bitterness.

"Please bring all your brothers, sisters, aunts, and uncles along..."

Azhu was gentle by nature and couldn't say anything hurtful, but at this moment she just felt very tired and wanted to go find her mother as soon as possible, and then go home with the young master.

Duan Zhengchun opened his mouth as if to speak, but in the end it turned into a sigh.

He believed that he was deeply in love with every woman he was with, and was even willing to die for each of them.

However, his clan rules dictate that his wife, Dao Baifeng, can only have one wife. If he were to take a second wife, it would be tantamount to forcing her to die. Yet, over the years, how many women who loved him deeply had suffered unrequited love and heartbreak...

Ignoring her father's melancholy, A'Zhu took Murong Fu's hand, wanting to ask about her birth mother's location and leave as soon as possible.

"...Xiaojing Lake in Xinyang, there's a bamboo grove next to it...your mother lives there."

Duan Zhengchun watched as his daughter and son-in-law left without looking back, and could only sigh deeply.

Ugh......

As Murong Fu left, he glanced back at the plaque of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion and thought to himself, "Duan Yu should have just left home by now. Langhuan Paradise has Beiming and Lingbo Weibu, but he already has Mingyu Gong and Tayue Liuxiang. Besides, Beiming requires a lot of effort to learn again, so it's not troublesome enough."

He remembered that not long after, a group of enemies that Murong Bo had gathered in Dali held a meeting to criticize and denounce him.

I remember there was a drunken accountant in the Zhennan Prince's Mansion who had a grudge against Murong Bo.

Sigh... What a wicked father who ruins his son's life!

Murong Fu curled his lip.

Oh well, things will work themselves out.

Compared to Murong Fu in the book, he had far more options, and most importantly—he was intelligent.

......

After inquiring outside, Murong Fu learned that Xinyang was in Henan. He pursed his lips and thought to himself that this prince really knew how to travel, making two or three thousand kilometers sound like he was just taking a stroll next to his own house.

It reminds me of Jin Yong's novels, where it seems all martial arts masters enjoy taking strolls, especially during the siege of Bright Peak by the six major sects...

This world has all sorts of sects, but I never know when they'll launch an attack. I definitely want to go and see for myself when that happens...

And so, just like when they came, the two of them traveled at a leisurely pace, stopping and going to various tourist spots, and arrived at the bamboo forest of Xiaojing Lake in about half a month.

Sure enough, there was a beautiful young woman there, who, upon closer inspection, bore a resemblance to A'Zhu.

After explaining her purpose, A'Zhu showed her her golden lock. The woman covered her face and wept, and A'Zhu and the woman cried together.

They then led Murong Fu and A'Zhu into the bamboo house, where they saw the poem Duan Zhengchun had left behind after drinking.

"Shyly leaning against the drunken figure, unable to sing, she twirls her hand to cover her fragrant silk robe."

Nestled among flowers and illuminated by candlelight, they secretly conveyed their deepest thoughts, their reflections on wine flowing like waves.

Seeing red as green, my heart is bewildered; I look at her with tender eyes and lower my eyebrows.

We rarely meet and are often separated.

Spring is ending again, what can I do about my sorrow?

The following two lines also read:

"With starry eyes and a bamboo-like waist by my side, I am oblivious to the passage of time. This is Duan Er of Dali's drunken scribbling."

Feeling the gaze of her daughter and son-in-law, Ruan Xingzhu blushed slightly.

Murong Fu stared at the poem, secretly marveling at it.

He is top-notch in every other aspect, and because he has received modern scientific education, his highest degree is postgraduate, which makes him completely dominant in this world.

However, this method of composing poems and matching couplets is indeed illogical.

Even though he inherited Murong Fu's memories, Murong Fu was a big Xianbei sympathizer, whether he looked down on the Book of Han or felt inferior about it. So this could be said to be his only weakness.

While Murong Fu was pondering, A'Zhu and her daughter began to share their innermost thoughts.

Only then did Azhu realize that after she was sent away, her mother had fallen out with the family, and she had been living alone here all these years.

Furthermore... she even learned that she had a younger sister!

But after asking, she was disappointed to find out that it wasn't Abi, but a little girl named Azi, who was two or three years younger than her.

A'Zhu regretted it now; half a month ago at the Prince of Zhennan's mansion, she hadn't asked A'Bi if she was Duan Zhengchun's daughter...

Although she wasn't born to Ruan Xingzhu, given the number of Duan Wangye's lovers and Abi's orphan background, Azhu's suspicions were reasonable.

After spending two days with her mother, A'Zhu was about to leave with Murong Fu.

Although Ruan Xingzhu was reluctant, she knew she owed her daughter something, so she could only laugh and cry as she promised Azhu that she would definitely attend the wedding.

Azhu was clearly unhappy after leaving Xiaojing Lake.

She had longed to find her parents before, but now she no longer needed to. Yet she found them and discovered that her abandonment back then might have been due to social constraints, or perhaps... it was because she wasn't valued by her parents.

A'Zhu didn't want to think about it anymore; she just wanted to stay by the young master's side.

Knowing that A'Zhu was in a bad mood, Murong Fu went out of his way to find a scenic and lively place in Henan and wandered around.

I saw many beggars on the road, carrying various strange cloth bags, who probably belonged to the Beggars' Sect.

Murong Fu didn't pay any attention and, around noon, took A'Zhu into a restaurant called Haokelai.

After sitting down, we ordered a few dishes, and on the waiter's recommendation, we also ordered a small jar of sorghum liquor.

After eating a few bites of food, the two picked up large bowls and sipped some wine, and A-Zhu's face became a little red.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the shop. Murong, who loved watching the excitement, subconsciously turned around and saw a tall, imposing man with long hair walk into the tavern.

"Bartender, bring four large bowls and ten catties of sorghum liquor!"