On the day of rebirth, I took my baby to find Jiuqiansui to recognize his relatives

Jiang Yanwan took the invitation, read it carefully, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

She raised her head and looked at Ah Yan tenderly: "Ah Yan, this is an honor, but it may also be a test. Are you ready?"

"Of course! Mother, I will be very good and will not embarrass you." A Yan straightened his little chest and spoke in a firm tone.

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door: "Miss, Lord Wu wants to see you."

Jiang Yanwan's heart moved, and she quickly tidied her clothes, told Ah Yan to stay in the room, and went to the reception room. Before she entered the door, she saw Wu Junyao standing with his hands behind his back, his back straight, and exuding a majesty that could not be ignored.

"Yan Wan greets His Excellency." Jiang Yan Wan bowed, neither humble nor arrogant.

Wu Junyao turned around and said in a cold and hard tone: "No need to be polite. I am here for Ah Yan's matter."

"What about Ayan?" Jiang Yanwan was confused, but she also had a vague premonition.

"The princess personally selected Ayan to be the royal companion. This is his chance, and it's yours as well." Wu Junyao took out an imperial edict from his sleeve and unfolded it gently. "This is the will of His Majesty. Ayan will study with the little grandson, and his status will naturally be different from before."

Jiang Yanwan took the imperial edict with mixed feelings.

This is not only an opportunity for Ayan, but also a chance for them and their son to turn their lives around.

She looked at Wu Junyao gratefully: "Everything is thanks to you, sir."

"You don't need to thank me," Wu Junyao said with a sarcastic smile, "If you want to thank someone, thank yourself for giving birth to a good son, who helped you get on the big tree of King Jin."

Jiang Yanwan pursed her lips and hesitated to speak, then regained her composure: "I know you have resentment in your heart, but Ah Yan..."

"Don't worry, I will arrange someone to protect this kid secretly." Wu Junyao's face became inexplicably gloomy again.

After saying goodbye to Wu Junyao, Jiang Yanwan returned to the room and told A Yan the news.

The little guy was so excited that he almost jumped up, but Jiang Yanwan whispered in his ear: "Ayan, remember, no matter when and where, stay humble, but don't lose your backbone. You are my pride."

A Yan nodded heavily, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

A few days later, at the Hundred Flowers Banquet, Ah Yan, wearing newly made gorgeous clothes, walked into the Princess's Mansion side by side with his mother.

Flowers are in full bloom and guests are everywhere. Ayan's little hand is held tightly by Jiang Yanwan, feeling the warmth and strength from her mother.

Just as they walked into the center of the banquet, a sharp voice cut through the laughter around them: "Hey, isn't this my good sister who got pregnant before marriage? Why, you even come to join in the fun at an occasion like this?"

Jiang Shihuan, dressed in gorgeous clothes and with a sarcastic look on her face, stood not far away. Some curious people gathered around her, and the atmosphere became subtle for a moment.

Jiang Yanwan's expression remained unchanged as she responded calmly, "Jiang Shihuan, this is the eldest princess' banquet, please be mindful of your words and actions."

Ah Yan looked up at his mother. Jiang Yanwan leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid, mother is here."

A Yan stood beside Jiang Yanwan. Facing those malicious looks and whispers, his little face showed no fear at all. Instead, he raised a confident smile that was not in line with his age.

Seeing this, Princess Li Qing, who arrived late, had a glimmer of appreciation in her eyes. She patted him on the shoulder gently, indicating that he could move freely.

Ah Yan took a deep breath and walked towards the group of rich ladies who were talking with steady steps.

When they saw Ah Yan approaching, they thought the child was going to beg for mercy or cry, and they couldn't help but laugh even more wildly.

"Oh, isn't this the poor guy without a father? Why, he still wants to compete with us, the descendants of famous families?" One of the ladies, who was dressed gorgeously and holding a fan, said sarcastically.

There was immediate laughter of agreement from all around.

Ah Yan stood still, his clear eyes swept over everyone, his tone calm and firm: "Whether I have a father or not is none of your business. At least my mother gave me double the love. Unlike some people, who have both a father and a mother but have not even learned the basic upbringing."

As soon as these words were spoken, the young ladies who had been so arrogant were stunned. Some of them even had tears in their eyes, obviously because they were touched in a sore spot.

At this time, a voice came from outside the crowd, with a bit of amusement: "Oh, this kid is sharp-tongued, I wonder if he is really good at it?" Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a young man standing with his hands behind his back. There was an arrogance between his brows that did not belong to this age. It was the son of the current Shangshu, Lin Yifeng.

Ah Yan turned his head and looked directly at Lin Yifeng, with an unruly smile on his face.

"If you are interested, Master Lin, why don't we have a competition? Whether it's poetry, song, or calligraphy or painting, you choose one, and I will never back down."

Lin Yifeng raised his eyebrows, obviously not expecting Ah Yan to respond so directly.

The people around also began to talk excitedly. Such scenes were rare, not to mention that Ayan's identity was so sensitive. An unrecognized illegitimate child, a slutty bitch who got pregnant before marriage, was about to become a joke of the century no matter how you looked at it.

He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, let's compete in poetry. I'll give you the first couplet, and if you can come up with the second and third couplets, you win."

"Please teach me." A Yan bowed and looked like a mature little adult.

Lin Yifeng smiled slightly and said loudly: "The spring breeze is blowing and the horse's hooves are galloping. I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day."

After saying that, he looked at A Yan triumphantly. He just didn't believe that this fatherless bastard could have any decent talent!

Ah Yan thought for a moment and then answered fluently: "The autumn water and the sky are the same color, and the singing of the fishermen's boats echoes all over the Pengli shore."

There was a burst of praise from all around, and even Lin Yifeng had to admit that this child was indeed very talented. He nodded and said with a smile, "What a great 'Fisherman's Song at Dusk', Ah Yan, you are really good at it."

Ah Yan smiled back, secretly feeling relieved.

While everyone was still immersed in the exciting duel, Li Qing slowly walked forward, looked around, and her voice was gentle but with a majesty that could not be ignored.

"Everyone, today's Hundred Flowers Banquet is a great time to enjoy the flowers, drink tea, and exchange talents. Although Ah Yan is young, he has already demonstrated extraordinary talent and courage. Such spirit is really welcomed by our royal family. I hope that in the future you can judge people by their talent and learning, rather than their backgrounds. Only in this way can we enhance the prestige of our country!"

Ah Yan walked to his mother's side. Jiang Yanwan gently touched his head and whispered, "My Ah Yan is really amazing."

Just as the mother and son were looking at each other warmly, Lin Yifeng suddenly approached and patted Ah Yan on the shoulder: "After today's battle, I, Lin Yifeng, am completely convinced. In the future, when we are reading together in the palace, we must have a good fight."

Ah Yan smiled: "It's settled then, we'll see you later."