Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and touched Si Kong's hair, like a mother touching her son.

He raised his eyes and met Sikong's dark eyes.

Sikong's tone was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes, only a hint of interest.

Kind of like...

Wen Qing was dazed for a moment, and the look in his eyes was a bit like the one he had when they first met on the rooftop.

The interest in Sikong's eyes disappeared in a flash, so quickly that he almost thought it was his own illusion.

Feeling the strength around his waist weaken, Wen Qing struggled a bit and broke free from Sikong's arms.

Wen Qing distanced himself from the two of them and stood at arm's length from Sikong.

Sikong still had a smile on his face, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved.

It looked like he was smiling, but there was also an indescribable weirdness to it.

Wen Qing was used to Sikong's impatient look and was a little uncomfortable with the way he smiled.

and……

He looked at the upturned lips of the man in front of him, and always felt that this expression was not Sikong's smiling expression.

If Sikong smiles... should he be more gentle?

But Wen Qing had never seen Sikong laugh like this.

He couldn't help but wonder, is it that Sikong's laughter is a bit weird? Is that why he doesn't look impatient normally?

Seeing Wen Qing's thoughts, Sikong chuckled and calmed down a little.

He glanced at Asha who was still trembling beside him and asked, "Asha, what did the gardener say just now?"

Asha, whose name was suddenly called, turned even paler and stammered, "He, he said the lady is beautiful."

"Hmm?" Sikong raised his eyelids, a smile on his lips, and his tone was gentle, "Did he say that?"

The gentler Sikong was, the more afraid Asha became.

Her teeth were chattering as she stuttered, "He, he said, your wife is so beautiful..."

Wen Qing came back to his senses and heard something strange in Asha's voice, so he turned his head and was about to look over.

The next second, there was a hand on my cheek.

Sikong put one hand on his face to stop him from looking at Asha, and whispered, "Did you hear that?"

"They thought you were my wife," he said, pausing and then speaking word by word, "Mother."

Sikong's palm felt chilly, and the coldness spread from his hand to his face. Wen Qing couldn't help but turn his head to avoid Sikong's hand.

Why did Sikong keep touching him?

Wen Qing blinked and said slowly, "He is still young."

"You can't tell my noble status."

Hearing this, Sikong laughed out loud again.

This cottage is very small compared to the castle, not even as big as the castle's restaurant. Sikong's laughter echoed in the house and reached his ears clearly.

Sikong's pupils were pitch black, and one didn't know if it was because of the dim light in the room or some other reason, but there was no light in his eyes, only darkness and deepness.

It doesn't seem like Sikong at all.

But this is obviously Sikong.

Wen Qing frowned, as the excitement of meeting an acquaintance in the dungeon subsided. He glanced at Asha, who looked pale, and then at Sikong.

He hesitated for a moment and was about to speak when suddenly, footsteps were heard behind the house.

The maid named Lily is back.

She walked straight to Sikong, leaned over and nodded: "Master, the people have been settled."

"We can start pruning the roses later."

Sikong responded, looked at Wen Qing, and said to Lily, "Take Madam back to rest."

Lily: “Yes.”

Wen Qing raised his eyes to look at Si Kong, only to see Si Kong mouthing to him: [Go back and wait for me.]

At this moment, Wen Qing seemed to see the familiar Si Kong again.

He was stunned for a moment, and Lily's voice rang in his ears: "Madam."

Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, turned around, and followed Lily out of the cabin.

Sikong glanced at Lily and said lightly, "Don't let Madam get hurt or frightened."

His tone was gentle, and Lily was so nervous that her face turned pale: "Yes."

Sikong stood by the door, looking at Asha who had just stepped out, and casually called out, "Asha."

Asha blanched and stopped.

Sikong raised his eyelids, looked at Wen Qing's thin back, and asked, "What did the lady say this morning?"

Asha lowered her head and said nervously, "Husband, Madam asked about the three young masters."

Sikong curled his lips and called softly, "Asha."

Asha was so scared that she lowered her head even lower. She didn't dare to hide it anymore and said quickly: "Madam asked about the three young masters' situation. She asked if your hair is black now? She said you wanted to dye your hair."

"He also asked about your and the Second Young Master's heights, saying that the Second Young Master wanted to be as tall as you."

Height, black hair.

Sikong sneered: "Are those scum still alive..."

Asha didn't know what Sikong was talking about, she bit her lip and didn't dare to move.

Sikong asked again: "What did you say to the lady?"

Asha swallowed hurriedly, her voice a little hoarse: "I, I advise Madam not to be sad about the master's affairs, and ask her to think about the three young masters."

Sikong looked at Wen Qing who was walking further and further away, and said to Asha nonchalantly: "How could he be sad for his father?"

"Even though the father is gone, the mother still has a son."

Sikong's lips curled up slowly: "Is that so? Asha."

Asha: “Yes, yes…”

The other side

Wen Qing followed Lily for a while and couldn't help but look back.

Sikong and Asha were standing one in front of the other. Because they were quite far away, Wen Qing couldn't see their expressions clearly.

The next second, Lily's nervous and somewhat sharp voice rang out beside him: "Madam, please be careful."

“Don’t get pricked by the rose thorns.”

Wen Qing retracted his gaze and said to her, "I'm fine."

"Even if it's scratched—"

Before he could finish his words, Lily interrupted him hastily, "No!"

"My lady won't be hurt."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, looking at her panic, and thought of what Si Kong had just said.

Is it because of what Sikong said?

Wen Qing followed Lily forward, and when her expression calmed down, he asked, "Your name is Lily, right?"

Lily nodded.

Wen Qing continued to get close to him: "What is your usual job?"

Lily told the truth: "I am responsible for arranging the work of the servants in the castle."

Wen Qing thought about it and realized that he was considered a small leader and should have had contact with the three young masters.

He asked tentatively: "Does the young master laugh often?"

When Lily heard the word "Young Master", her expression changed slightly.

Now Wen Qing could see it clearly.

Is Lily afraid of Sikong’s current identity, or is she afraid of Sikong?

Wen Qing pursed his lips and added, "I'm just concerned about the young master's mental health."

"After all, the master has passed away..."

Lily's expression was gentle, and she said slowly: "Young Master usually smiles."

"Really..." Wen Qing lowered his eyes and responded.

A breeze blew by, and he suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

Wen Qing paused, looked sideways, and saw that the red roses not far away were particularly red, and there seemed to be something at the bottom of the bush.

Seeing Wen Qing's actions, Lily hurried forward and stood in front of the rose bush: "Madam."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then said to her, "I'll just take a look."

Lily followed his gaze, her expression changed, and she added, "Madam, please go back as soon as possible."

In order to prevent Wen Qing from approaching the rose bushes, Lily stood directly at the edge of the flowers, and her bare arms were scratched by the thorns.

She seemed to have no sense of pain, and looked straight at Wen Qing, repeating: "Madam, please go back as soon as possible."

Wen Qing had no choice but to note the location of the flowers and walked towards the castle.

When they reached the gate of the castle, Lily was still staring at him.

Wen Qing had no choice but to walk a few steps further inside.

Only when she was some distance away from the door and away from the roses planted at the door did Lily breathe a sigh of relief, lowered her head and turned to leave.

Wen Qing stood by the wall and saw two maids coming out from the corridor.

They didn't notice Wen Qing, and walked quickly to the door, talking in low voices: "It's a nice day today."

"It seems that the young master is in a good mood today."

"Because they hired a new gardener?"

"Stop talking."

…

The two of them hurried out, and the castle returned to dead silence.

Wen Qing looked up at the sky. It was still dark and there was no sun.

Is this also called good weather?

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a slight noise on the stairs nearby.

“Bang, bang, bang—”

It was like the sound of something hitting the ground, getting louder and clearer.

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and he looked up and saw a little boy of seven or eight years old walking downstairs while kicking a ball.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. He thought it was a three-headed dog, but he didn't expect it to be a child.

They were wearing colorful and bright clothes, so bright that they were a little eye-catching.

The little boy also noticed Wen Qing standing by the wall.

He looked down at Wen Qing and stopped moving his hands. The ball bounced on the stairs and rushed straight towards Wen Qing, hitting his calf.

The ball is soft and it doesn't hurt at all when it hits your leg.

Wen Qing didn't react, but the little boy was obviously stunned and ran down in a panic.

The little boy ran faster and faster in a hurry, taking two steps at a time with his short legs.

Wen Qing was worried that he might fall, so he quickly said, "Be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little boy's right foot stepped on his left trouser leg. His body swayed and he fell straight down.

Wen Qing quickly stepped forward, caught the little boy, and held him in his arms: "Are you okay?"

The little boy smelled the familiar scent on him, was startled, put his arms around Wen Qing's waist, and stood still without saying a word.

Wen Qing thought he was injured, so he picked up the little boy, sat on the steps, and looked down at his feet: "Where does it hurt?"

The little boy buried his face in his chest and shook his head.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, touched his head, and asked softly: "Does your foot hurt?"

The little boy nodded again.

He still didn't say anything, but hugged Wen Qing tightly, as if he was acting coquettishly.

Wen Qing hugged him and felt the little boy's heart beating fast: "Are you not hurt?"

The little boy shook his head again.

"That's good." Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

He has always been popular with children, and it was normal for the little boy to stick to him since he had just prevented him from falling down the stairs.

Wen Qing didn't think the little boy's behavior was strange.

He lowered his head and frowned slightly at the boy's obviously ill-fitting clothes.

Not only were the clothes colorful, but the styles were also large. The clothes and pants were obviously larger than his body, so much so that he almost fell when he was going downstairs just now.

Wen Qing wondered whose child this was, as no one was watching.

After hesitating for a while, he raised his hand and touched the little boy's head, and asked in a coaxing tone: "Whose child are you?"

Hearing this, the little boy slowly raised his head and looked at Wen Qing with his big black eyes: "Yours."

Wen Qing was stunned.

The little boy looked at him, pursed his lips, and said two more words: "Mother."

Wen Qing felt that the voice sounded familiar; it was the same voice that had just picked up the ball.

So this is the third young master who plays ball.

He was stunned and was glad that he had not said that he would take him to find his mother.

But why did the Third Young Master dress like this? Wasn't there anyone to take care of it?

Wen Qing lowered his head and saw the little boy looking at him in confusion.

"Mother, don't you know me?"

"I know him..." Wen Qing responded dryly.

He wiped the dust off the boy's face and said slowly, "I was just teasing you."

The little boy was stunned for a moment and looked at him confusedly: "Tease me?"

"What do you mean by teasing me?"

Wen gently pinched his cheek and explained, "I just think you're cute and I want to talk to you."

Hearing this, the little boy's fair cheeks slowly turned red, and he whispered, "I think my mother is cute, too."

After a moment, he raised his hand, imitated Wen Qing's previous movements, pinched Wen Qing's face, and said in a baby voice: "Whose mother are you?"

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then agreed, "Yours."

The little boy smiled shyly.

He lowered his eyes and snuggled into Wen Qing's arms again, staying close to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing looked at his features and felt that they were somewhat familiar.

Where have you seen...

Wen Qing stared at him for a long time, and when he saw the little boy's whole face turn red, he finally figured it out.

This child looks like Ji Sheng, a smaller version of Ji Sheng.

To be more precise, it's like Ji Yu.

Thinking of the three-headed dog that just picked up the ball.

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly. Could her dead husband be Ji Yu?

Noticing Wen Qing's mood change, the little boy looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Wen Qing came back to his senses and asked in the same tone as before, "What's the name of this kid?"

The little boy blushed and whispered, "This kid's name is Ji Yu."

The smile on Wen Qing's face froze.

Why is it the same name as Ji Yu?

"Which one is it?"

The little boy whispered, "It's the yu of giving."

After saying that, he couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his red and hot face, trying to cool it down.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes and saw the scars on the little boy's hands.

It looked like the child was scratched by something. There was a straight blood mark from the back of the hand to the wrist. It had already scabbed over, but there was black stuff stuck on it, which looked a little creepy on the child's fair and tender hand.

Wen Qing frowned and asked, "What happened to Xiao Jiyu's hand?"

Little Ji Yu said slowly: "I bumped into you."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Didn't anyone help you treat your wound?"

Little Jiyu shook his head: "I don't want their help."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then carried him to the bathroom on the first floor, asked him to sit on the sink, and washed his dirty wound with clean water.

After rinsing, the wound on Xiao Jiyu's hand looked even more creepy.

Not only is it long, it also looks deep.

Wen Qing frowned and looked around, but couldn't see a single person.

He called out, "Is anyone there?"

Soon, a maid hurried over: "Madam."

Wen Qing said, "Bring some medicine."

"yes."

The maid moved quickly. Wen Qing walked for a while and came to the reception room. Before he sat down, the maid came over with a medicine box.

She knelt on the ground and applied medicine to Ji Yu.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, little Ji Yu immediately dodged, put his hand under Wen Qing's eyelids, and looked at him eagerly.

"Do you want me to come?" Wen Qing was stunned.

Little Ji Yu nodded.

Wen Qing took the cotton swab from the maid and smeared it on the back of Ji Yu's hand: "It won't hurt soon, little Ji Yu, just bear with it."

Xiao Jiyu: "Okay."

He looked straight at Wen Qing, without any reaction to the pain of the wound. Instead, he curled his lips.

After Wen Qing finished bandaging the wound, he heard little Ji Yu ask him, "Is there anything mother wants?"

Wen Qing thoughtfully tied a bow for him and pinched his cheek: "Don't let your wound come into contact with water."

Little Ji Yu was stunned and looked at him blankly.

Wen Qing picked him up and asked, "Where is your room?"

The maid immediately stood up and said to Wen Qing, "Madam, please follow me."

Wen Qing followed her towards the stairs.

Little Ji Yu's ball was standing quietly beside the stairs.

Wen Qing was about to pick it up when the maid rushed over quickly, picked up the ball, held it in her arms as if it were a treasure, and then forced a smile at Wen Qing: "Madam, the third young master's room is on the third floor."

Wen Qing followed her upstairs.

Walking into Xiao Jiyu's bedroom, Wen Qing was stunned for a moment.

Although the bedroom is large, there are no decorations except for the necessities such as bed, table, chairs, and wardrobe.

It's completely different from my own fancy room.

Wen Qing frowned slightly, put Ji Yu on the bed, and coaxed, "Can we change our clothes?"

Little Ji Yu nodded obediently and took off his clothes skillfully.

Wen Qing opened the closet. The clothes inside were normal, but they were of different sizes and colors. They all looked like styles and colors that children would like.

He took out a set of clothes, walked to the bed, and asked tentatively: "Are the clothes on Xiao Jiyu himself wearing them?"

Little Ji Yu nodded, took the clothes from Wen Qing's hand, and put them on while saying slowly, "Don't need anyone else."

Wen Qing stared at him for a while, then glanced at the maid.

Little Ji Yu didn't react much to the maid. He didn't look like he was being abused. It seemed that he simply didn't want to rely on others and wanted to do it himself.

Soon, little Ji Yu put on his clothes. He looked up and asked again, "Is there anything you want, mother?"

Wen Qing didn't think much about it and touched his head: "I want you to be good."

Little Jiyu's face turned red again, and he whispered, "I'll be good."

Seeing this, Wen Qing couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the third child is so cute.

He thought that such an obedient child would probably agree to leave the castle with him directly.

The advanced task is to take the three young masters out of the castle, but Wen Qing did not ask Xiao Jiyu right away.

Seeing little Ji Yu yawn, Wen Qing asked, "Do you want to sleep?"

Little Ji Yu responded in a soft voice.

"Then get some sleep," Wen gently touched his head, "I have other things to do too."

After hearing the second sentence, little Ji Yu paused, did not hold Wen Qing's sleeve, and said obediently: "Goodbye, mother."

Wen Qing turned around and walked out. When he reached the door, he paused and turned to the maid and said, "Take good care of the Third Young Master."

Maid: “Yes.”

Wen Qing left the bedroom and closed the door.

The moment the door closed, the maid knelt down beside the bed, raised the ball with both hands, and said carefully: "Master..."

“Here’s your ball.”

Little Ji Yu took the ball and asked her calmly, "What do you want?"

The maid's eyes were filled with fanaticism, and her tone was excited: "I, I want gold."

"I want wealth that I can never use up in my lifetime."

"good."