The whole night, the Imperial Master's Mansion was in turmoil. They turned the house upside down but still could not find the thief.

early morning.

Jun Qingyu rushed over from the palace and learned about this. She asked many questions with concern and greeted the two children. The two children held the spoons, ate rice obediently, and shook their heads in unison, saying that they didn't see any suspicious people.

Qin Ye frowned and exclaimed that it was strange.

"Could this person have grown wings and flown away?"

Jun Qingyu said: "Since this person came prepared, he must have already thought of a way out. From today on, send more people to protect the Imperial Master's Mansion. Such a thing will not happen again."

"Yeah." Ling Yixing nodded, "I'm glad Xiaoye is okay."

He glanced at the two children, then looked away for a moment without saying anything else.

After dinner.

Wei Xi and Zi Ye were playing and joking in the mansion. As they played and joked, the two siblings exchanged information with their eyes. They estimated that it was about time, and they ran into the backyard at the same time:

"Mother! Mother!"

Qin Ye was reading a book when he heard two children shouting. He thought Jun Luoyuan was here to arrest someone.

He stood up quickly: "What's wrong?"

Wei Xi pointed in the direction of the gate and said, "There's a strange uncle outside, and he's crying."

Ziye nodded hurriedly: "Yes, that uncle cried so loudly, so pitiful, mother, you should go and have a look!"

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There is a man crying at the gate of the Imperial Master’s Mansion?

Qin Ye was suspicious. Looking around the capital, who didn't know Ling Yixing's reputation? Who had the guts to cause trouble outside the Imperial Master's Mansion?

Without waiting for a second thought, the two children grabbed her hands and pulled her out.

Qin Ye had no choice but to follow.

At the door.

There was indeed crying.

Qin Ye stepped over the threshold and looked out. At the imposing gate and on the bluestone-paved street, he saw a man wearing coarse clothes, with messy hair and a pair of torn shoes. He was pushing a wooden cart and crying loudly.

On the wooden cart, there was a person lying, covered by a torn straw mat. His face could not be seen, only a pair of worn shoes were visible.

The man knelt on the ground and cried bitterly: "Dad, you died so tragically, Dad! Dad!"

His hair was messy and his features could not be seen clearly. His skin was dark and covered with mud and dirt.

The clothes were also torn, with dozens of colorful patches on them. I didn't know how many years they had been worn, and they had never been washed. They gave off a strange smell.

The first impression is four words:

Poor and destitute.

"Dad! You were seriously ill, and your son had no money to buy you medicine; you died, and your son couldn't even afford a coffin. I am useless. You worked so hard to raise me, but I couldn't take care of you until the end of your life. I am useless, Dad!"

The man knelt on the ground, crying bitterly at the wooden cart.

Wei Xi saw this and held Qin Ye's hand tightly with heartache, "Mother, he is so pitiful."

Ziye nodded and said sincerely: "His father passed away due to illness, and he didn't even have a coffin. He couldn't rest in peace after his death. It's really pitiful."

"I have grown up in vain if I cannot bury my father. If it were me, I would have hanged myself long ago because I feel so ashamed of my father."

Qin Ye frowned and looked at the man and the cart.

The father and son were dressed in rags, and they must be beggars; the old man died and the man cried bitterly. This scene really made people feel uncomfortable.

As the saying goes, men don't shed tears easily.

However, why didn't he run somewhere else to cry, but ran to the door of the Imperial Master's Mansion to cry?

"Girl, girl! Please be kind and give me some money so that I can bury my father. I will be your slave and do anything for you, even if it means going through fire and water!"

The man knelt on the steps, grabbed Qin Ye's clothes, and begged heartbrokenly.

At this time, Qin Ye saw a sign next to the wooden cart:

Selling oneself to bury father.