The boy's eyes lit up, but he just thanked him politely and carefully put the money in his pocket.
Xie Wanyun's father, Xie Zhongming, the Duke of Zhenguo, observed him carefully and suddenly asked, "Brother, don't you have any family? Why are you begging here?"
The boy's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head in silence. When Xie Wanyun thought he wouldn't answer, he raised his head, his eyes already stained with tears.
He whispered, "They're all dead."
These three short words contain endless sadness.
Xie Wanyun was stunned. For the first time, her young heart felt such deep sadness and despair.
She couldn't help but grab her father's hand and begged, "Dad, let's take him back! It's so cold, he has no clothes to wear, he will freeze to death!"
She still remembers that after the boy heard these words, his face was filled with disbelief and then gratitude and hope.
Duke Xie Zhongming looked at the young man carefully and asked calmly, "What's your name?"
"Yan Suizhi." The young man answered with his bloodless lips moving.
"Yan Suizhi, are you willing to come home with me? Even if I can be a servant, at least I can keep you from freezing to death."
A hint of hesitation crossed the boy's face, but after meeting Xie Wanyun's eyes full of expectation and sympathy, he suddenly made up his mind.
Say loudly: "I do!"
Then he knelt in the snow and kowtowed several times to Xie Zhongming.
Yan Suizhi arrived at the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion. Initially, he worked as a runner, but Xie Zhongming later discovered that he was not only educated but also exceptionally intelligent, so he began cultivating him. Yan Suizhi lived up to expectations, quickly displaying his exceptional talent. With the Duke of Zhenguo's support, he entered the imperial court and enjoyed a smooth career.
Later, when the Xie family suffered a disaster, Yan Suizhi turned around and became a disciple of Huang Yanjing, the chief minister of the cabinet who was trying hard to attack the Zhenguo Mansion.
Xie Wanyun didn't understand why Yan Suizhi wanted to meet her in this place.
If time could go back, would she still beg her father to take Yan Suizhi in?
The answer is no.
"Mingmiao." A whisper sounded behind him.
Xie Wanyun turned around suddenly, his eyes cold and sinister.
"Lord Yan doesn't seem to have a very good memory. I have already reminded you not to call him by that name."
Yan Suizhi smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry."
There was a moment of silence. Apparently, he too was reminiscing about the past.
"Sir Yan, I asked you to meet me not to reminisce about the past, but because there is something I don't understand. I hope you can be honest with me." Xie Wanyun simply explained his purpose.
"Madam, please speak. I will tell you everything I know." Yan Suizhi's cheeks flushed, and his dark and deep eyes were set against the snow light, shining like stars.
Xie Wanyun couldn't even look him in the eye.
She looked away and said coldly, "Master Yan's actions truly perplex me. Since you are Huang Yanjing's subordinate, why did you meet privately with Master An Mingyuan? You know why Master An retired, and you also know that the two of them are political enemies. Why are you so openly disregarding suspicion?"
Yan Suizhi had not expected her to ask so directly. He was speechless for a moment and did not know how to answer.
"Lord Wang Yan, please tell me." Xie Wanyun stared at him.
Yan Suizhi quietly clenched his fists.
After a while, he opened his thin lips and whispered, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you now."
Xie Wanyun was angry!
"Yan Suizhi! Since you asked me to meet you here, it means you still miss the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion, right? Then why are you so determined not to tell me the truth? What are you planning?!"
Yan Suizhi closed his eyes. When he opened them again, tears welled up in them.
Xie Wanyun was in a trance for a moment. It seemed as if he saw the frozen boy who had held on to his dignity.
"I'll tell you later, I promise. I'm not telling you now because it's for your own good." Yan Suizhi felt a huge pain in his heart when he saw her suddenly confused expression.
If it weren't for her, he would have frozen to death on a snowy night.
He couldn't help but take a step forward.
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