With a cold and handsome face, Shen Yanjin put down the exquisite jade bowl and signaled with his eyes to Qiu Xiaoan who was shivering with cold beside him.
"Yes, Master."
Qiu Xiaoan rubbed his hands under his sleeves, picked up the pot of meat porridge in front of him, and turned and left the kitchen under the old woman's gnashing gaze.
The servant was holding the empty bowl, feeling extremely embarrassed. If it were in the past, she would have rushed over to stop him from taking it away, but after going through so many things in the past few months, even the old lady's personal servant did not dare to be as arrogant and domineering as before.
The servant lowered his head and returned to the old woman.
Then he was glared at by the old woman.
"Even if you and I are not grandparents in name, you have the blood of the Shen family. It's okay for you to disrespect me, but aren't you afraid that you'll be known as disloyal and unfilial?"
The old woman was obviously very angry, her chest heaving.
Xiao Xu thought, is this old witch having a fit today? She rushed to get close to the gun. Didn’t she see that the hero was in a very bad mood?
"Unfaithful and unfilial?"
The chin in the crane cloak was slightly raised, and Shen Yanjin's cold voice sounded, carrying a hint of mockery. His smooth neck was exposed because of the movement.
Then a very cold voice rang out: "To whom should I be loyal, and to whom should I be filial?"
"you……"
The old witch clutched her heaving chest and dropped her cane to the ground, frightening the servants beside her as they hurriedly supported her and asked anxiously, "Madam? What's wrong with you?"
"Posturing."
Shen Yanjin's voice was hoarse. He took a sip of hot soup, stood up, picked up the little fat bird in the nest, put it in his sleeve pocket, and left the kitchen.
As soon as you leave the kitchen, you can hear the sound of bowls and spoons being smashed, crackling, and faint curses.
It quietly emerged from his sleeve and took a peek at the expressionless Ana Shen, then shrank back with its body stiffened by the cold.
There was something wrong with Shen Yanjin today, and Xiao Xu couldn't tell what was wrong. In short... he was extremely abnormal.
Wherever he went, he stared into the distance, and when he sat his mind wandered far away.
Xiao Xu didn't understand what was wrong with him, so he could only rub his arm as much as possible to cheer him up.
It was not until night, after he had prepared many incense sticks as offerings, that Xiao Xu realized what was going on.
Today is the day when Shen Yanjin's mother passed away.
Upon learning about this, Xiao Xu couldn't help but feel distressed.
It didn't know how Shen Yanjin's mother died, nor did it know what happened before he was five years old. It could only curl up beside him and rub his hand with its soft feathers.
Ana Shen took out a scroll, hung it in front of the altar, lit the incense stick, and stood there expressionlessly.
He did not kneel.
After a long time... he put away the scroll, put it back in place, and ordered Qiu Xiaoan to take the offerings away one by one.
The solemn atmosphere lightened a little.
"Chirp?"
Xiao Xu jumped onto Shen Yanjin's broad shoulders and looked at him with his head tilted.
"No problem."
He replied coldly and walked slowly back to the bedroom.
"My mother..."
Um?
The drowsy Xiao Xu suddenly became alert and looked at Shen Yanjin seriously.
Chen Yanjin unfolded a blank piece of paper, held a brush with his smooth jade fingers, and with his other hand pressed down his wide sleeves, he drew lightly on the paper.
"It was suicide."
After hearing this, Xiao Xu fell silent, and the comfort he had felt suddenly disappeared.
There is only one kind of person in this world who cannot be saved and will never be forgiven by their family, and that person is...
Someone who commits suicide.
Xiao Xu didn't know what Shen Yanjin's mood was like back then, nor did he know what he was thinking when he offered sacrifices.
While Xiao Xu was stunned, Shen Yanjin completed a painting.
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