Feng Beijian only had one sister left, Concubine Feng. Although he loved An Tingyu, he also loved his sister. Of course, he could not be happy that his sister was punished so severely.

"From what you said, are you blaming me?" An Tingyu lightly touched her slender index finger to her brow, smoothing out the wrinkles that seemed to be there but not there. Her movements were charming and delicate, pleasing to the eye. However, in her lazy and calm expression, a hint of coldness flashed across her beautiful eyes.

Feng Beijian is Concubine Feng's brother. She could have expected Feng Beijian to speak for Concubine Feng, but she never expected him to say such words. What does it mean to be cruel?

Wasn't Concubine Feng cruel when she attacked a helpless child?

"I don't mean to blame you. I know she deserves it. But you have already cut her hair, why did you lie to her? She has already been punished. For the sake of me and the emperor, can't you show some leniency?" Feng Beijian's real intention was certainly not to blame An Tingyu, because it was Concubine Feng who provoked her first. He just felt that An Tingyu's punishment was a bit too much.

An Tingyu raised her eyebrows and curled her lips. Qingcheng's little face instantly became lively because of her lazy and sarcastic expression. She was charming and beautiful, but also cold and sharp. "Feng Beijian, to tell you the truth, if it weren't for your face, I would have killed her. Xi'er is just a child. How cruel is it to attack a child who has no ability to protect herself? Not to mention that Concubine Feng kidnapped her. If there were any deviation from the accidents that happened in the palace, my son's life would be gone. If that were the case, would you still think I was cruel and heartless?"

The rope of the swing was broken, the wooden bridge had traces of sawing, and flower pots fell from the empty upstairs. With so many small actions happening behind the scenes, Concubine Feng's idea at that time was nothing more than to drive Xiao Yunxi out of the palace so that Feng Beijian would have a chance. Although nothing serious happened to Xiao Yunan in the end, what if something unexpected happened?

Can An Tingyu afford the compensation by making her son a noble concubine?

Hearing this, Feng Bei was speechless. Perhaps An Tingyu was a little cruel, but so was Concubine Feng? Moreover, if Concubine Feng hadn't attacked Xiao Yunxi first, how could An Tingyu have done those things?

So in the final analysis, it was Concubine Feng who brought this upon herself, and she couldn't blame anyone else.

As soon as the rumor spread on the street, almost everyone who knew An Tingyu came to talk to her. They just asked her whether it was true or worried about her current mood. But there was one person whose reaction made An Tingyu feel very strange.

That was Mr. An, who had cared about her the most since she was a child. In the past, Mr. An would have asked her many questions, fearing that she would be unhappy. But this time, he didn't say a word. An Tingyu was really confused by such a Mr. An.

"Grandpa, do you know my grandfather best?"

That day, An Tingyu accompanied Fu Zhonghan to appreciate the flowers in the garden. Looking at little Yunxi playing in the garden, An Tingyu asked calmly.

"Why do you suddenly want to ask me this question?" Fu Zhonghan looked at her kind and motherly smile, and a deep and indistinguishable look flashed in his sharp eyes.

"Because you have known grandpa for a long time!"

Fu Zhonghan rolled his eyes and said, "You know that's not what I'm asking. I'm asking the reason you want to know."

An Tingyu withdrew her gaze from Xiao Yunxi and fell on Fu Zhonghan. "Grandpa, I'm not saying that to please you. It's precisely because you've known Grandpa for a lifetime that I know you understand him best besides General Xing. But I have a question that I'm surprised by."

"What's the problem? With your intelligence, is there anything that can stump you?" Fu Zhonghan said with a smile.

An Tingyu raised her eyebrows and said cheerfully, "That's right. I'm so worried. So, Grandpa, how about you please help me solve my problem?"

"So what exactly do you want to ask? Let me tell you first, I can't tell you, and you can't ask any more questions."

"Grandpa, you all really have a lot of secrets." An Tingyu pouted. No matter whether it was Grandpa An or Fu Zhonghan, they all had secrets in their hearts. She remembered that Fu Zhonghan had said before that Grandpa An was not as good as she imagined. Although there should be some elements of anger in that, it should also be Fu Zhonghan's true thoughts. But when she asked in depth, Fu Zhonghan didn't tell her anything.

"Then do you want to ask?" Fu Zhonghan raised his eyebrows.

"Of course I have to ask. It's not really a question. I just want to know why Grandpa didn't ask about my quarrel with Aotian and what happened on the street. Could it be that he doesn't love me as his grandson anymore?"

"Nonsense, if he doesn't love you, who does he love? He just knows better than anyone else, or maybe he doesn't need to worry, so there's no need to ask."

"Why does he know more than anyone else?" An Tingyu's beautiful eyes flickered, and she felt a new conflict. She hadn't told Old Man An anything, and she hadn't had time to tell Dang Yan either. She'd asked Dang Yan to assist Yang Qingwei these days, investigating the deaths on the streets. So how could Old Man An know? And how did he know?

"Uh... I don't know, I was just saying it casually... Okay! I know."

An Tingyu stared at him, staring at him intently, until Fu Zhonghan sighed helplessly and changed his words. Then she withdrew her gaze and smiled charmingly.

Seeing that she wanted to ask about the follow-up, Fu Zhonghan quickly added, "But I can't tell you the reason. If you want to know, go ask your grandfather. But I don't think he will tell you."

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