Inside the small hut of the servants of the Three Princes' Mansion.
Miao lay there quietly.
Her tender face was streaked with tears, her hair was a mess with weeds growing in it, and she was filthy, as if she had just crawled out of a pile of beggars.
Upon hearing the news, Mu Ange rushed over, eager to see what tricks the other party had up their sleeve this time.
The little girl on the bed was not tall, looking about eleven or twelve years old. Most importantly, she was too thin, almost skin and bones. With such a appearance, no one would suspect her.
Mu Ange looked her up and down, finally focusing on the pad of her thumb, which seemed to have a callus, a callus that remained even after it had been repaired.
Mu Ange couldn't help but sneer: The disguise was too crude.
As Mu Ange was watching, she saw the little girl's thumb twitch. She looked up at her and saw her brows furrow slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.
Those were clear, bright eyes, innocent and pure like a lotus, unaware of the ways of the world.
When Chen Xun saw that she was awake, he hurriedly said, "Little girl, what happened to you? Where are your parents? How did you end up at the gate of our Prince's mansion? It's all thanks to the kindness of our Prince. If it were anyone else, they probably would have just thrown you out."
The little girl first looked around in a panic, then quickly lowered her head when her gaze swept over Mu Ange, seemingly very reserved.
She first looked at the blanket covering her, then squeezed it hard. Her eyes reddened, but she held back her tears.
Mu Ange crossed his arms and watched her performance quietly, even wanting to applaud. He had to admit that her acting as a spy this time was superb. If he hadn't always been suspicious of everything, he probably would have been fooled by her.
The little girl mustered her courage and looked at Chen Xun, blinking her tearful eyes. Her voice was soft and trembling as she said, "Thank you for saving me, big brother. My parents... are gone."
After she finished speaking, her eyes reddened again, and a single tear slid down her cheek and fell onto the back of her hand, which was covered in scars.
Chen Xun followed the gaze and then noticed that the little girl's body seemed to be covered in wounds.
Mu Ange rubbed her temples: It's such a cliché plot again, both parents are dead!
"So... is no one home?"
The little girl, forcing back her grief, answered Chen Xun's question: "My family is from another place, we don't have many relatives. My mother died when I was born, and my father was just buried. I..."
She hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.
Mu Anxiang listened with utter boredom.
Chen Xun was quite interested: "What happened to the injuries on your body?"
Outside the door, An Ning peeked inside, trying to guess what was going on. She had originally wanted to join in the fun, but the prince said that the other party's identity was unknown and that it was inconvenient for her to show herself. So she could only lean against the door and listen to Mu Ange's inner thoughts to guess what was going on inside.
On the bed, the little girl, who had been holding her breath, finally relaxed a bit. She couldn't help but feel relieved that she had finally found out about her injuries. It was worth it for her to stay up all night making up the story.
"My family was poor, and sometimes we had to beg for a living. My father fell seriously ill, and we spent all our money. In the end, he still passed away. I had no money for his burial, so I had to follow the storybook method and sell myself into servitude to bury him. Originally, I was sold to a wealthy man's household as a maid, but his eldest son always... always..."
As she spoke, she covered her face and began to cry uncontrollably.
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