Chapter 2: Continuing to Live as Someone Else?

Mother Fang glared at Fang Laosan, who had introduced them, and said in a displeased tone, "As if I needed you to tell me."

When she turned to face the person on the bed, her voice became as gentle as water, "Youyou, dear, it’s Mother."

The speed of this face-change was truly fast.

Captain Fang was a middle-aged man who rarely spoke but wore a look of worry on his face. "Youyou, how did you fall into the river?"

Chen Yunyou shook her head. "I don't know. I don't remember."

"Old man, stop asking. Youyou doesn't remember anything."

Mother Fang looked back at the person lying on the bed and said tenderly, "Mother is going to go stew some eggs for you."

Chen Yunyou looked at these men without feeling any shyness or the like.

From the moment she was born, she had lived disguised as a man, practicing martial arts. In the barracks and on the battlefield, she was the Chen family’s son, Chen Yunyou, capable of inheriting her father’s legacy, killing the enemy bravely, and protecting her home and country.

"Let's all go out and let Youyou rest." Seeing his daughter’s exhausted expression, Captain Fang shooed his sons out.

Once they left, the room instantly felt more spacious; before, it had felt as if this space was too small.

She raised her eyes to survey the environment of the room: a bed, a table, a large chest, and a stool. It was very simple, but there was not a trace of disdain in her eyes.

Having spent many years on military campaigns, simple lodging was a common occurrence. Besides, this room was actually quite decent; she had spent long periods living with the sky as her blanket and the earth as her mat.

Chen Yunyou looked down at her chubby little hands. Was she living on in place of this person named Fang Youyou?

Continuing to live under someone else's identity?

Changing her name and surname?

Would that be letting down her ancestors?

But since she had already become this Fang Youyou, she would temporarily live here using this identity. After all, she was the General of the State who couldn't even be killed by poison.

In the main room.

"Dad, Little Sister doesn't even recognize us. What should we do?"

Captain Fang looked at his sons. "Take it slow. As long as she’s alright, that’s what matters. You all should head back early."

There was little conflict in Captain Fang’s household because he had made his sons move out after they got married. Now, only the two elders and their youngest daughter lived in this house.

"If anything happens, Dad, just give a shout. I’ll go to the river and catch some fish for Little Sister; she likes eating fish."

"I’ll go find some wild fruit for Little Sister."

"I’ll head into the mountains to see if I can find any game."

"I’m heading back too."

After seeing his sons off, Captain Fang went to the old man’s house.

"How is my granddaughter?"

Although Old Man Fang also had a preference for boys, there were so many grandsons in the family that they weren't considered rare anymore, and this only granddaughter had suddenly become a precious treasure.

Moreover, she was the youngest; how could they not dote on her?

Old Man Fang had fought against bad guys back in the day, and Captain Fang had also served in the military when he was young before returning to become the brigade captain, receiving a monthly subsidy.

Old Man Fang also had several sons.

His eldest son was the brigade’s village party secretary, and his youngest son was a director at the county textile factory.

As for the grandchildren, it was strange—Fang Youyou was the only granddaughter.

"She’s awake, but she’s forgotten everyone. Dad, I just feel like something is strange. Do you think Youyou might..."

Old Man Fang slapped the table and said sternly, "What nonsense are you spouting? You’re the brigade captain—instead of investigating how Youyou fell into the river, you’re letting your imagination run wild. Back then, your mother had someone calculate Youyou’s fortune; she is destined to live a life free from worry about food and clothing."

Captain Fang knew about this, too.