"This grace, as vast as the sky and sea. We, the adults, must rember it, and Yanting must engrave it in his heart."
"As long as his mind is pure and he adheres to the rules, he will never be bound by temperant!"
"Only by knowing from a young age the hardships of his ancestors and rembering the grace of the family can Yanting grow up to be even more outstanding and more grateful!"
He Tiantian’s expression was even more faithful than that of the loyal servant Zhao Nanny, who would later be officially certified by the authorities!
Zhao Nanny: ...
My head is spinning, and my chest hurts!
"As expected of a loyal servant, even in the Marquis Mansion’s ti of plight, she did not forget her original aspirations and remained faithful to her duty!"
Captain Qian, riding by on his horse, happened to hear He Tiantian’s "passionate" speech.
He couldn’t help stopping, his gaze complicated as he looked at He Tiantian and Zhao Nanny, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and sighed softly, "I have long heard that Marquis Pingnan is skilled in leading troops, and that the Pingnan Army under his command is incredibly loyal and brave."
"It seems now that it is not only Marquis Pingnan who knows how to lead troops but his wife who also understands well how to manage those below her."
Captain Qian’s admiration for Mrs. Zhang was absolutely heartfelt.
Tasks like escorting the families of suspects to the capital were not new to him.
To be honest, no matter how illustrious those noble families were before their downfall, once they fell, they were abandoned, and so even kicked them while they were down.
More tragically, among those who pushed them further down were the nobles’ forr servants or people who had received their favors.
Relatives, dear friends, and the like, indifferent onlookers were everywhere.
But this trip to the Southwest had deeply moved Captain Qian.
The Marquis Mansion was in trouble, and the whole family was being escorted to the capital; naturally, there were many "ungrateful wolves," but there was also a Feng Zhongliang.
A forr slave who had been freed but still followed all the way.
To ease his old master’s sufferings, he spent great amounts of Silver Coin.
Captain Qian occasionally overheard that this Feng Zhongliang had sold all his shops, houses, and tenant farms in the Southwest to save his master’s family.
This was a true sacrifice of everything he owned.
It was not easy, truly not easy!
Speaking from the heart, sotis seeing how Feng Zhongliang’s family managed to take care of Mrs. Zhang, Captain Qian even felt a bit envious.
Now, witnessing Feng Zhongliang’s wife, taking care of the legitimate eldest daughter of the Marquis Mansion, even at the expense of her own son—
Tsk, loyal servant indeed, I really wonder how Mrs. Zhang trained them.
Captain Qian shook his head, tsk-tsking audibly, knocked his feet against the stirrups, and continued forward.
His interruption, however, suddenly brought Zhao Nanny back to reality.
"Xiuniang, what you said makes so sense, but still, we must consider Yanting’s age!"
After muddling through this sentence, Zhao Nanny hurriedly scurried back to Mrs. Zhang’s side.
"Have you lectured her?"
Mrs. Zhang was having difficulty moving her feet; although it had been a month, she really couldn’t bear the agony.
Without turning her head, she glanced at Zhao Nanny out of the corner of her eye and asked coldly.
"Madam, this old servant hasn’t lectured!" Zhao Nanny replied in a low voice while continuing to survey her surroundings.
Mrs. Zhang suddenly stopped, turned her head, and glared at Zhao Nanny with fiery eyes, "What, are you also rebelling?"
Or perhaps Zhao Nanny also felt that her granddaughter was worthy of having the young master of the illustrious Marquis Mansion push her cart?!
"This old servant dares not."
Zhao Nanny quickly apologized; if it weren’t while still on the move, she would have knelt down to beg for forgiveness.
"This old servant also detests Mrs. Gu’s foolishness, but the problem is, this old servant dares not be too harsh."
Zhao Nanny leaned towards Mrs. Zhang’s ear and whispered with a frail mosquito-like voice, "The young master’s identity—"
Before Zhao Nanny could finish, Mrs. Zhang also changed her expression.
Terrible, she had actually forgotten about this matter!
If they were still in the Southwest, although Mrs. Zhang might have her concerns, she wouldn’t be overly frightened.
But now that the Marquis Mansion was implicated, the consequences could range from confiscation and exile to complete annihilation of her entire clan.
And at this mont, if Feng Yanting’s identity were exposed, he might not be killed, but he could end up a slave or be exiled to the borderlands.
He was not even five years old; suddenly facing these adversities, he surely couldn’t bear it.
Now the Marquis Mansion was rely being escorted to the capital, and the journey was already so grueling.
The masters of the Marquis Mansion were already tornted to the brink of death.
Exile would be far more cruel.
Old people, children, most of them wouldn’t survive.
"No! My Yanting cannot die! He, he is the legitimate eldest son of the Marquis Mansion, the hope for the Wei Family’s revival!"
Mrs. Zhang couldn’t bear to imagine the scene of her son’s identity being revealed, and then enduring extre hardship along with everyone from the Marquis Mansion.
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