Huaiyue clapped her hands, seemingly pleased: "Very good, now our commander is going to have a headache for a while."
“Those censors would have to keep nagging him like a madman.”
Xiao An scratched his head, unsure whether his young master was happy or unhappy.
But that benefactor had clearly helped them time and time again, and Xiao An didn't really understand why the young master disliked him so much.
Unable to figure it out, Xiao An simply brought up the question.
"That's because I have an irreconcilable feud with him. The reason I'm still alive is because he's still alive and I want to kill him with my own hands."
Xiao An wanted to treat these words as a joke, but Huai Yue's expression was too serious. Xiao An had never seen him like this before, and her heart trembled.
He suddenly remembered when the young master first entered Zuichunlou. Although he looked disheveled, his mannerisms were completely different from those of the others.
Even the most skilled courtesan, meticulously trained by Madam Hua, couldn't compare to the young master in the slightest.
Xiao An had suspected back then that he might be some fallen young master from a poor family.
Now that I think about it, if his guess at the time was true, then the young master and that nobleman might really be old acquaintances?
"Tomorrow I will go to Chang'an with him. I will ask my mother to redeem you from your servitude. From then on, you will be free in this vast world. Please do not fall into the hands of others again."
While Xiao An was still speculating, she heard Huai Yue say this.
He was immediately stunned, then shook his head frantically: "I'm not going anywhere, I want to follow you!"
Huaiyue shook her head slightly, as if her mind was made up:
"Chang'an is surrounded by wolves and tigers. If you go there like this, you will probably be eaten to bits."
Xiao An had a miserable face before entering Huaiyue's room, and she still had a miserable face when she came out, but it was even more miserable.
He sat listlessly under the eaves of the courtyard, resting his chin on his hand and staring blankly.
Not far away were Prefect Zhang and his advisor. Even though he couldn't see the horrifying sight of blood leaking from his throat, Xiao An still couldn't help but shudder.
The advisor's hands and legs were severed right in front of him, and the blood was still warm and sticky when it splattered on his face.
It reeked of a strong, fishy smell. It was a horrifying scene that Xiao An had never witnessed before.
He had nightmares all night about it. In his dream, the people whose limbs had been severed were him and the young master. He cried out desperately but could not make a sound.
I still feel fear when I wake up from a nightmare.
Although the nobleman treated the young master very well, Xiao An was still worried about letting the young master go with him alone.
With his son's sharp tongue, he might offend someone at any moment.
Xiao An doesn't want the scenes in her dream to become reality.
How is he?
A shadow fell imperceptibly over the god, and a somber, familiar voice rang out from above.
Xiao An suddenly raised her head: "M-Master..."
He now knew the identity of the important person before him, just as Mama Hua had said, whose status was beyond measure.
The emperor and those high-ranking officials in Chang'an were too far removed from him, so in the past, he thought that being Prefect Zhang was already a very high-ranking official, easily controlling such a large area as Yingtian.
Just like many years ago, because he accidentally bumped into that young master Zhang, Tongqian's leg was broken and he was thrown outside Zuichunlou, where he died in excruciating pain.
A living human life was lost, yet from Mama Hua down to the master of the copper coin, not a single person dared to stand up for justice for the copper coin.
Once a copper coin is dead, it's dead.
A servant in a brothel, no one cares whether he lives or dies.
But now, the high and mighty prefect is being bound in an extremely humiliating manner by this man in front of him, and no one dares to say a word.
Xiao An knew that this man could crush him more easily than crushing an ant.
"Did you make the young master lose me?" He buried his head in his knees, quickly soaking the cloth with tears.
"He doesn't want you anymore?" the man asked.
"Yes, he wants to send me away, isn't that what you wanted?"
Xiao An has always been timid, and he doesn't know where he got the courage to talk to this person like that.
"I've always followed him, always followed him..."
Xiao An cried more and more bitterly, and later became bolder and bolder, even grabbing Song Ting's clothes and hitting him desperately.
"Why did you drive me away? It's all your fault, it's all because of you..."
“I’ve been with him ever since he entered the Drunken Spring Pavilion, and we haven’t been apart for a single day…”
Song Ting sat down beside him, turned his shoulder with one hand and grabbed his hand that was clutching her clothes with the other, frowning as she said, "Shut up."
"You bad person, you won't let me speak! Go ahead and pull out my tongue if you dare!"
Over the years, few people have dared to speak to him like this. Song Ting pinched the child's chin and quietly observed him for a moment.
The latter felt uneasy under his gaze and forgot to cry. Finally, she belatedly realized she was afraid.
Song heard: "He treats you very well, right? That's why you've developed this personality."
Xiao An: "..."
The man's face was calm, but his eyes were filled with complex emotions that Xiao An couldn't understand, which made Xiao An feel inexplicably uneasy.
"When did you start following him?"
Song Ting had already let go of him and subconsciously glanced at the window on the second floor.
“Five years ago, in the winter, the young master and I were sold here together,” Xiao An said.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the man's eyes suddenly darken, and a terrifying pressure emanated from his body.
This man is more terrifying than he imagined. Xiao An thought to himself.
“Back then…” The man only managed to say three words before he couldn’t continue. His shoulders trembled and his eyes turned red, reminding Xiao An of a wolf trapped in an iron cage.
Xiao An had seen such a wolf once. It must have been during his first year being sold into the Drunken Spring Brothel, when the young master had just begun meeting his patrons.
The first person I met was a merchant from the north, and there was a wolf in his carriage.
Back then, the young master was still quite stubborn. When the merchant tried to lay a hand on him, the young master slapped him.
The man was furious, so he dragged the young master to the carriage and pulled him by the hair, intending to feed him to the wolves.
It took Madam Hua pleading for a long time before the man finally calmed down and punished the young master by making him kneel in front of the carriage for two hours.
Just like Song Ting now, the wolf stared intently at the young master with its scarlet eyes.
It saw the young master as prey, and kept ramming against the iron cage, trying to break out and eat him.
The young master froze to death in the snow and almost never woke up.
"Do you also want to eat the young master?" Xiao An murmured, asking the question on her mind.
Song Ting was taken aback by the question, her expression blank for a moment. "What?"
Xiao An realized what a silly question she had asked and her ears turned red.
Then, he carefully explained to Song Ting, "I imagined you as a wolf..."
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