After an investigation, Yin Jiuzhu's identity was finally confirmed.
Soon afterward, Yin Jiuzhu was brought back and recognized as Yang Erlang's descendant.
This matter even drew out an elderly woman who had long since stopped concerning herself with worldly affairs.
She had been Yang Erlang's second wife back then. Upon learning of this matter, she came here.
She personally took on the task of teaching Yin Jiuzhu and even gave him a new name, formally entering him into the family register.
Yang Wenzhu. That was his new name, and the name he bore in this life.
At this moment, Yang Wenzhu stopped and looked at his grandmother.
"Grandmother."
The elderly woman beckoned Yang Wenzhu toward a pavilion not far away.
After the two sat down, she spoke gently.
"Wenzhu, have you given any thought to your future?"
Hearing this, Yang Wenzhu pondered for a moment before shaking his head.
"Grandmother, do you have something in mind?"
The elderly woman smiled.
"Our Yang family has, for the most part, served and enlisted in the Great Song army. It has always been this way.
And it is precisely because of this that our Yang family possesses the honor it has today.
But this path is exceedingly difficult and arduous.
The more prosperous we were in the past, the lonelier we are now.
The Tianbo Mansion of old now has only a scattered few people left.
Most of them are widows. Even the sole remaining male in the family has gone to the battlefield.
Fortunately, Wenguang left behind some descendants, so at least there is something to carry on.
And you are the only heir of Erlang's line.
So I want to ask you: what do you want to do? What kind of future do you want?
Do you also wish to