Chapter 4 Orb

It was early spring, and a red plum blossom bloomed silently in the corner among the fallen petals, sending wisps of fragrance with the wind.

Wen Hao slowly scanned the familiar yet unfamiliar courtyard, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

The elder sister’s maiden name is Chan, and she lives in Jiaoyueju, which means “May we live long and share the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart.” Her maiden name is Hao, and she lives in Luoyingju, which means “Flowers are in full bloom and the moon is full.”

The mother always thought that this was the life for her and the father, but she didn't know that this was a dream that lasted for twenty years.

When you wake up from the dream, you will find yourself in the abyss.

"Second sister, what do you want to tell me?" After entering the house, Wen Chan sat down casually, took the tea served by the maid and handed it to Wen Hao first, then took another cup and held it in her hand.

Over the years, the younger sister's congenital defect has made the older sister unable to help but take better care of her, which is why Wen Hao trusts Wen Chan very much.

"Baozhu, go out and guard the door."

The maid who served tea had already left, and there was only a round-faced maid in the room, who quietly left after hearing what was said.

Everyone in the Wen family knew that the second young lady only allowed her maid Baozhu to serve her, and other maids and servants were not allowed to get close to her.

The servants in the Wen family discussed privately that the second young lady was so strange because she was born mute. They just didn't know how Baozhu, a not very smart girl, could win the favor of the second young lady.

Wen Chan became even more curious when she saw her sister took out all the pearls.

"Big sister—" Wen Hao tightened her grip on the teacup and carefully considered her words.

A hand reached out and patted her wrist.

"Second sister, if you have something to say, just say it. Why should you be so formal with your elder sister?"

Wen Hao put down the teacup, stared at Wen Chan, and shed two lines of tears.

Wen Chan was shocked: "What happened to my second sister?"

"Sister, father has a mistress."

The sound of a teacup falling to the ground was heard, and Wen Chan looked incredulous: "Second sister, you are not talking nonsense because of a fever, are you?"

Wen Hao dodged Wen Chan's hand that was reaching out to touch her forehead, tears streaming down her face like beads from a broken string. "If only he really had a fever and was delirious, that would be fine. Not only did my father have a mistress, he also had a son and a daughter. The son is named Chang Hui and the daughter is named Chang Qing. They both took their mother's surname..."

After going through all those hardships, she was too lazy to cry anymore, but she still needed to cry many times.

These words made Wen Chan's head buzz. But when she heard her sister even mention the names of her father's children, even though she could not imagine that her father would do such a thing, she could not help but believe it a little.

"Second sister, how did you... know that?" Wen Chan's heart was in a mess, and she didn't know whether she should believe it or not.

"I accidentally ran into him while walking on the street. I didn't dare to believe it at the time, but I secretly followed him for a while. I couldn't deceive myself anymore." Wen Hao wiped away her tears, a sneer on the corner of her lips, "Sister, do you know that Chang Hui is older than you?"

Wen Chan was shocked and her face became even uglier.

Bigger than her—his blood boiled at the thought of what that meant.

"Second sister, could it be you——"

Wen Hao lowered his eyes and interrupted Wen Chan: "Sister, please don't ask if I misunderstood. Although I couldn't speak before, my eyes, ears, and brain are good."

Wen Chan propped herself up on the table, struggling to regain her composure. After a long moment, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Where... do they live?"

"Ruyifang Mahua Hutong." Wen Hao gave an address without hesitation.

With the name and address, Wen Chan believed it a little more and murmured, "That place is on the way to and from the government office of my father..."

Wen Hao held her hand and said, "Sister, go and take a look. Don't alert the enemy. Once we confirm it, we can solve our mother's crisis together."

Wen Chan nodded.

At this moment, she couldn't say anything nice about how she completely believed in her sister.

Wen Chan had no intention of staying any longer and left in a hurry.

The tea on the table had gone cold, and the teacup had fallen to the ground and shattered into pieces, with tea spilling everywhere.

Wen Hao sat quietly against the headboard for a moment and called out, "Baozhu."

The round-faced maid came in quickly, glanced at the broken porcelain on the floor, and didn't pick it up immediately on her own initiative. Her dark eyes were full of joy: "What are your instructions, young lady?"

Wen Hao smiled and said, "Baozhu looks very happy."

Baozhu grinned: "The girl's voice is really beautiful."

"Really?" Wen Hao reached out and gently pinched Baozhu's plump cheek, "I think so too."

The only person in this world who never compromises on her words is Baozhu.

Baozhu was originally a fire-making maid in the general's mansion. When she was young, her personal maids changed one after another, and Baozhu was the only one she personally chose and kept by her side.

What the servants in the Wen Mansion were most puzzled about was why the second young lady chose the fire-making maid from her maternal grandmother's family to serve her closely and even gave her the name Baozhu.

For Wen Hao, the maid she personally selected was a true treasure.

No one knows that Miss Wen, who cannot speak, has a special ability: she can occasionally sense the thoughts of people who are not related to her by blood.

Serving a mute master, even if the maid has no evil intentions, she is bound to have some complaints in her heart.

Wen Hao was young at that time, and after sensing these things, he was unwilling to let those maids get close to him, until he discovered Baozhu.

She only heard one sentence from Baozhu's heart: The girl is so beautiful.

Who wouldn't like a gem like this?

Wait a minute - Wen Hao realized it belatedly and thought of a question.

From the time she fell off the wall until now, she seemed to have not heard those messy noises again.

From Prince Jing's Mansion to the General's Mansion and then to the Wen Mansion, I met so many people, there is no reason why I didn't hear it once.

Why?

Was it a coincidence or...? The slender fingers touched the slightly cool lips, and Wen Hao's heart shuddered.

Is it because she can speak?

Or perhaps it was because of her difference in her previous life that she couldn't speak.

Wen Hao bit his lip and couldn't help laughing.

If this was the price she had to pay to be able to speak, then that was wonderful.

For her, this was not a price to pay, but a relief.

"Baozhu, bring me some writing brush and ink. I'll write a list and you can go shopping according to it tomorrow."

It was getting later and later. Wen Hao changed his clothes and leaned against the head of the bed, thinking about what to do.

In fact, there is no need to think too much about it. It is just a matter of revenge for revenge and repayment for kindness.

She will seek justice for those who have hurt her and her loved ones, and will do her best to repay those who have helped her.

A pair of beautiful eyes appeared in Wen Hao's mind.

The wind was strong and the snow was cold. She was protected under him, but she felt that his embrace was very warm.

That was the blending of their blood, giving her the last bit of warmth as she died with hatred in her heart.

Now thinking about it carefully, the man was already injured before he blocked the flying knife for her, and it is very likely that he was in danger at that time like her.

That person used his flesh and blood to block the sword for her, and although she died, she still understood the kindness. Unfortunately, she didn't see the person's face, so she had to wait and see to find out his identity.

The exhaustion brought by coming back from the dead caused Wen Hao to fall into a deep sleep unknowingly.

The next morning, Wen Chan quietly left the house, and Baozhu also left.

At Prince Jing's Mansion, Princess Jing had just finished her breakfast when she heard the maid report that the Crown Prince had arrived.