Chapter 725 The Murderer of Mencius' Mother
Especially when he mentioned his mother's passing, his eyes looked a little off. The old lady felt that this was probably a painful memory for him, and she couldn't bear to ask any further.
The old lady said simply, "Well, you just got back and you look tired. I'll go cook. We can talk later. Ayu, why don't you keep Young Master Meng company?"
Then they walked out, dragging Zhao Xi along with them.
Zhao Xi, “…” He had just returned as well, and he was quite tired. Didn’t he deserve to sit down and have a cup of tea?
Despite his grief and indignation, he still deftly supported the old woman's hand and walked quickly, saying as he went, "Grandma, slow down. Tell me what you need and I'll help you. Do you need me to fetch water or chop firewood?"
"No need, you just got back, so don't do any of the physical work. Just sit behind the stove and help me tend the fire."
"Grandma, you've misunderstood me. Although the journey back was tiring, I'm strong and healthy, so physical labor is no problem for me. Don't let A-Yun's martial arts skills fool you; I'm actually quite capable. Look, I'm a skilled doctor, I'm also literate and martial, and I speak very thoughtfully."
So look at me. Don't think I'm stupid just because I played a fool before. Don't overlook my skills. I'm no less capable than Ah Yun.
The grandmother and grandson chatted as they carried the fish that Shu Yu had cleaned back to the kitchen, their voices gradually fading into the distance.
Shu Yu then stepped forward and said, "Are you tired? Do you want to go back to your room and rest for a while? Other things aren't urgent, we can talk about them later."
The old lady could see the change in his emotions when he mentioned his mother, so how could Shu Yu not see it?
Moreover, although he only said a short sentence, it contained a great deal of information.
My mother passed away, but I have a foster father.
Meng Yunzheng shook his head and slowly exhaled. "No need. I was planning to tell you anyway."
His eyes were firm. Shu Yu pursed her lips and pulled him into the house.
After closing the door, she sat across from him at the round table, poured him a glass of water, and said, "Okay, go ahead, I'm listening."
Meng Yunzheng laughed, but this laugh was exactly the same as the one Shu Yu had seen when she first met him—bright and gentle, but very fake.
Ever since Shu Yu exposed that his smile wasn't genuine, Meng Yunzheng has almost never smiled like that in front of him again.
This time, he seemed to habitually put on that fake smiling mask.
This time, Shu Yu didn't say anything, but simply pushed the teacup towards him.
Meng Yunzheng took a sip, still smiling, but his voice lowered, "My background is a bit complicated, and I'm afraid it might frighten you if you hear it."
Shu Yu thought, "You think you're more complicated than me? If I told you I transmigrated from a book and lived most of my life in modern times, you'd be the one who'd be scared."
"No, I'm mentally prepared. Even if you say you're a prince, I won't be scared."
Meng Yunzheng, “…” It’s not that exaggerated.
Shu Yu's words made him laugh. Being with her always made him feel relaxed without realizing it.
He exhaled and said, "It's not that much like a prince. If my identity were really that sensitive, how could I possibly cooperate with the other princes?"
He shook his head, looked towards the window, took another sip of water, and then spoke, "My mother died when I was ten years old. She was murdered; the murderer was my own father."
(End of this chapter)
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