"An'an, An'an?"

Shen Beisheng waved his hand on An'an's face with some confusion, then asked with a puzzled pursed lips, "What's wrong? I just saw a maid from Mother's courtyard calling you? Did Mother give you a hard time?"

Shen Beisheng is the third young master of the Yongchang Earl's Mansion, born out of wedlock.

Compared to Shen Nanxun, the legitimate son of the first wife, who was protected by the old lady, and Shen Donglin, the legitimate son of the second wife, who was doted on by the matriarch, Shen Beisheng, the young master born of a concubine, was practically invisible.

Shen Beisheng's birth mother was a lowly songstress who, aside from her beauty, lacked even basic intelligence. Thus, she became a pawn used by the Countess of Yongchang.

After being rejected by the Earl of Yongchang, she went completely mad. Several times she even made her own son, Shen Beisheng, sick in order to seduce the Earl of Yongchang, and then she secretly disappeared.

As for where they went, nobody knows.

Whether they are dead or alive, no one knows.

Shen Beisheng never looked for his mother; he was always sickly and was disliked by his father.

Therefore, his stepmother, Countess Yongchang, was too lazy to do anything to him and simply ignored him.

In such an environment, Shen Beisheng, being low-key and taciturn, was often bullied by the powerful maids and stewards in the mansion.

However, they didn't dare to go too far.

That's why when Shen Beisheng saw An'an, who was vulnerable, helpless, and without family, he secretly brought him some food once.

Later, she even dared to ask the eldest young master for An'an to be her page.

An'an was startled, her big eyes filled with terror, and she even subconsciously took a step back.

Seeing the tear stains still wet on An An's eyes, Shen Beisheng pursed his lips, somewhat displeased.

When he spoke again, his voice was more stern than ever before.

"An'an, speak!"

What exactly happened?

He might not stand up for An'an, but he doesn't like the feeling of being kept in the dark by An'an.

An'an lowered her head, and large tears fell, splashing onto the floor.

Fear, dread, wanting to go home.

With all sorts of thoughts tangled together, An'an finally told the truth.

Because here, he has no one he can trust or rely on.

Only the Third Young Master.

An'an was still just a child, and she blurted out everything: "My dad and his family found me and bought me back... Madam told me not to admit that I was my dad's child, saying that if I did, she would send my whole family to jail."

Waaaaah.

An'an started to cry softly.

He was genuinely scared.

The child was only five years old. Although he didn't know anything else, he still knew what it meant to go to jail.

That was a truly terrifying thing.

So he was scared.

"Young Master, I want to go home, but I'm afraid my parents will go to jail. Waaah, what should I do?"

An'an was at her wit's end, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Shen Beisheng.

Shen Beisheng is two years older than An'an. Although he is also a child, how could a child raised in the Marquis's mansion be as innocent as An'an?

Many thoughts flashed through his mind.

If he doesn't interfere, then An'an can stay with him, and An'an can't blame him.

Can……

Are you really not going to care?

An'an is so pitiful, but he has a family, and his family has been looking for him...

But even if I really wanted to manage it, how could I manage it?

The legal wife is in charge of the household.

unless……

Big brother!

Shen Beisheng asked him, "Why don't you go talk to your older brother?"

In Shen Beisheng's eyes, his elder brother was aloof but kind-hearted and would not bully others.

The dough may be sweet, but the heart is bitter; the stepmother who secretly plots against you is a completely different kind of person.

"Young Master? But, but isn't the Young Master not home?"

An An rubbed her eyes, but couldn't see clearly. She rubbed them harder until they were red and swollen before finally letting go.

Then he blinked hard again.

Hmm, why can't I see it clearly?

Shen Beisheng slapped his head.

Yes, we all forgot that our older brother went to the National Temple.

Every year, Shen Nanxun would stay at the Guosi Temple for a month, eating vegetarian food, chanting Buddhist scriptures, and basking in the sound of Buddhist music.

“Well… An’an, I’m sorry, I can’t help you either. I…” Shen Beisheng gave a self-deprecating laugh, feeling incredibly ironic. “You should know what kind of situation I, the Third Young Master, am in.”

But... why won't the stepmother release An'an?

He couldn't understand this.

"I...I know, thank you, Third Young Master. I...I..."

An An lowered her head, tears still streaming down her face.

He genuinely didn't know what to do.

I want to go home, but I'm worried about my family...

——

Shortly after Chi Sanhe carried Aunt Chi to Xiao Qing's house, Aunt Chi woke up.

As soon as she woke up, Aunt Chi began to weep.

Old Man Chi sighed, "Why don't we ask Her Highness the Princess for help?"

Otherwise, they really wouldn't know what to do.

Aunt Chi's eyes lit up: "But, but won't this cause trouble for Chen Yi?"

If Huo Chenyi were home, the Chi family would naturally go looking for him.

But now that Huo Chenyi is not at home, and for some reason, the Chi family has all tacitly refrained from going to see the Eldest Princess.

Liu Demiao, who was listening from the side, felt a pain in his liver and couldn't help but speak up: "Hey, brother and sister-in-law, what time is it? Is your face more important or An'an? With a relationship like this, you should beg on your knees if you want."

There's a time and place when you need to save face.

"Sigh, we were thinking of paying to get the child back ourselves so as not to bother others, but here..."

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