"Father, is there any news about Mother?" Jun Yan Yan suddenly asked from inside the carriage, her voice somewhat downcast.
"No." Jun Molin shook his head.
He had mixed feelings about that woman. She had saved him, but she had also forced herself to give birth to the child. After that, she abandoned the child to him and disappeared without a trace.
"Father, are you going to wait for Mother forever?" Jun An'an asked in a low voice.
"Father, she abandoned you, abandoned me and my brother, I will not acknowledge her." Jun Yan Yan said angrily, but tears streamed down her face.
How could she do this? She gave birth to me and my brother and then left, leaving us without a mother from a young age.
"Yan Yan, no matter what, she is still your biological mother. She may have had unspeakable reasons for abandoning you. Yan Yan, trust your father, your mother definitely loves you." Jun Mo Lin hugged the two children.
Holding his two children, he lowered his eyes slightly, his long, curled eyelashes concealing the resentment in them.
He couldn't understand why fate had brought him to this woman, and why she had given him two children. Moreover, they had lived together for nine months, yet he didn't even know what she looked like—it was utterly absurd and ridiculous.
"Oh, the weather's not cooperating. I'm going to bed. This boring world has become even more burdensome because of me. I'll play the piano for the ants that are moving house..."
Yun Qingran hummed a little tune, put her hands behind her back, and skipped home. Don't ask, that's how she digests her food.
As she walked, she suddenly noticed that there were many more beggars on the street. These beggars included men, women, and children. They were all dressed in rags, thin and bony, and shivering in the cold wind as they squatted in the corner of the wall with lifeless eyes.
Why are there suddenly so many beggars in the capital? Yun Qingran stopped in her tracks.
Sing the folk songs that correspond to your position, and do the things that correspond to your role. This is one of Yun Qingran's principles for dealing with people and situations.
Now that she is the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Zhen'an, receiving a salary from the imperial court and being supported by the people of the world, she naturally has to care about the common people.
"Baby, baby, what's wrong? Wake up, wake up!" A woman shouted from not far away, interrupting Yun Qingran's thoughts.
Judging from the situation, someone must have fallen ill and fainted. Yun Qingran quickly ran over and saw a thin woman desperately shaking the child in her arms, crying her heart out.
"Don't shake her, give her to me." Yun Qingran held the woman down and took the child from her arms.
The child was very young, dressed in very thin clothes, no more than six months old, and as thin as a kitten. At this moment, her eyes were closed, and she was trembling like a leaf, as if she would die at any moment.
Yun Qingran touched the child's neck; it was ice-cold. The child was about to freeze to death.
Don't use a child's knife to kill someone! At that moment, Yun Qingran felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if it were being stabbed with needles.
Yun Qingran quickly took off her cloak and wrapped the child tightly in it. She glanced at the woman, who was also dressed very thinly, barely covering her skin, and the material was linen, which offered little protection from the wind and cold. So she took off her own clothes and covered the woman with them.
"Thank you, thank you." The woman's tears flowed again.
Yun Qingran looked at the other beggars, and they were almost all like this. She stood up and ran towards the night market. A little while later, she ran back carrying a large pile of clothes and a lot of food.
"Everyone come and get your clothes and food. No fighting over them. I'm telling you beforehand, I'm trained, you can't beat me," Yun Qingran said.
When people are extremely hungry or cold, they lose their minds and trample on the law. She was originally trying to help, but with so much clothing and food in her hands, she was easily robbed and harmed by these beggars.
Upon hearing this, everyone quickly stood up and surrounded Yun Qingran. Having been warned, they dared not snatch anything and obediently waited for Yun Qingran to distribute the food and clothing.
The distribution was completed in no time. Each person received a piece of clothing, a steamed bun, a bread, or a flatbread; they could take whatever they could find.
There were several bowls of porridge in the food. Porridge is easy to digest, so Yun Qingran distributed the porridge to the children.
"You eat, give me the baby, I'll give her some warm water and some porridge." After distributing the items, Yun Qingran returned to the woman's side, handed her a beef patty, and then took the baby from her arms.
The ashen color on the child's face had faded considerably, and his body temperature had risen somewhat.
The woman took the beef patty with trembling hands, glanced gratefully at Yun Qingran, and then began to wolf down the patty.
Yun Qingran held the baby and opened the bamboo tube filled with water. She had bought the bamboo tube, and she had just gotten the hot water from the vendors. She used a wooden spoon to feed the baby the hot water little by little.
After drinking the hot water, Yun Qingran began to rub the baby's hands and feet. After about fifteen minutes, the child finally woke up.
"Ah~ Ah~" The child didn't even have the strength to cry, and just whimpered softly.
"Baby, be good, don't cry, Auntie will feed you porridge." Yun Qingran fed the baby porridge.
The baby's lips had barely touched the spoon when he opened his little mouth and started eating in big gulps.
Yun Qingran sighed silently; she was truly pitiful.
"Judging from your appearance, you don't look like a beggar. What happened? How did you end up in such a sorry state?" Yun Qingran asked the child's mother.
“We are from Zhang County. This year, Zhang County was hit by a snow disaster, and we were all victims. Back in our hometown, we would have frozen to death, so we fled.” The woman said, tears streaming down her face. “On the way, my husband died while trying to find food for us.”
They turned out to be refugees affected by the snow disaster!
"Didn't the imperial court provide any disaster relief after the snow disaster?" Yun Qingran asked the woman.
"Ha, how could the imperial court possibly know the suffering of us common people?" The woman gave a cold laugh devoid of despair.
Looking at the bewildered and helpless refugees, Yun Qingran pursed her lips. If the imperial court didn't take care of these people, they wouldn't survive until spring.
Yun Qingran searched her pockets and found that she had three taels of silver left after buying ten thousand things. She ran back to the night market, exchanged the three taels of silver for copper coins, and then distributed the copper coins to the refugees.
"Everyone, I hope you can persevere a little longer. The imperial court will definitely take care of you." Yun Qingran stood up and looked around at the refugees.
"Really?" A refugee looked at her, his voice tinged with hope.
This girl is beautiful, and her temperament is different from ordinary people. She may really be an extraordinary person who can help everyone escape from suffering.
"Really." Yun Qingran nodded affirmatively.
Although she was not familiar with the current emperor, based on her father and elder brother's usual evaluation of him, he was an emperor who cared about his people. An emperor who cared about his people would never stand idly by and watch his people die.
"We believe in you, please help us." The refugees all knelt down before Yun Qingran.
"Get up quickly." Yun Qingran hurriedly helped the old man in front of her up.
The old man stood up, and then the others followed suit.
After leaving with the refugees, Yun Qingran practically ran home. She wanted to tell her father and elder brother about the incident so they could report it to the Emperor.
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