After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

Weeping Willow Village.

The news that Gu Qinghe was returning home in a carriage spread throughout the village in no time. At night, every household was wondering how the Gu family had made a fortune.

In fact, Gu Qinghe, who almost lost both her money and her life, lay on the bed. Aunt Gu came in with food and looked at her movements with amusement: "What's wrong? You went to the town as if you had lost someone."

Gu Qinghe sat up weakly: "Mother Gu, my pockets are empty."

As she spoke, she shook her sleeves, looking like a clean-handed person.

At this moment, she was extremely grateful that she had an accurate understanding of herself. She knew that she could not save the money, so she gave the silver in advance to Aunt Gu to keep. Otherwise, this family would be as poor as when she first came here.

...and she was the one who lost it all.

Aunt Gu quickly put down the food, wiped her hands and held hers: "Were you cheated or threatened? Are you hurt?"

The woman in front of me had fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and worry couldn't stop overflowing from them. Under the warm yellow oil lamp, her face was reflected in a soft light.

Gu Qinghe didn't want to make her worry, so he shook his head and said, "No, I used it up to save the two little girls. Do you think it's a pity?"

Worried that she would feel bad about the money after having suffered so much, Gu Qinghe said softly, "I will earn it back, don't feel bad."

"What are you upset about?" Auntie Gu looked at her with a reproachful look on her face. "You earned the money, so you can spend it however you want. Just remember not to show off your wealth, and don't take detours to make a few taels of money. You must be down-to-earth. As for the rest, I'll leave it to you."

"Whether you save people or get cheated, as long as you are safe and sound, it's fine. People should think more about themselves and do what they want in their lives."

"Since I have you, I will devote all my attention to you. This is what I am willing to do, but I still hope that you, Chang'an and Xi'er can be free and not be bound by this world. Just be yourself and live your life."

More than seventy taels of silver, which is the income of an ordinary family for several years or even dozens of years, fell silently in the face of her light words.

She was like a kind and persuasive mother, chattering on and on about things that children should pay attention to in their growth and her own expectations.

Gu Qinghe's heart was stirred, and she assured softly, "Don't worry, Auntie, I won't do anything that goes against my conscience."

"Okay." Aunt Gu smiled and stroked her delicate hand: "Let's eat first."

Gu Qinghe took the food she brought and started eating beside the bed. Her foot injury became more painful after half a day, and it hurt when she touched the ground. The effect of the medicine would probably only take effect tomorrow.

She hasn't tried the method Liubai mentioned yet.

Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered that the young boy he left behind, who didn't look that old but was already a leader of the soldiers, hadn't spoken for several hours.

She quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and asked Aunt Gu if she had eaten.

Aunt Gu nodded and said, "He has eaten. We asked him to sleep in Liubai's previous room, but he refused to go, saying that he couldn't ruin the bed that his master had slept on."

Gu Qinghe asked: "Where does he sleep?"

Aunt Gu pointed at the eaves and whispered, "I just saw him flying up and asked him a question. He said that he often sleeps on trees and roofs when he keeps watch at night. He's used to it."

"..."

Gu Qinghe was speechless for a moment. She didn't expect that Liu Bai, who was usually easy-going and smiling, would be so harsh to his subordinates.

Wei Wu, who had no idea that he had brought disgrace upon his master, sneezed on the loess brick roof and looked into the endless darkness, suspecting that the Moyiwei were making up stories about his master not wanting him.

Seeing the brightest star in the sky, he thought that he should go back to see his master tomorrow and ask Yu Jin to return Miss Gu's money.

Inside the house, Gu Qinghe finished the last bite of rice in shock, wiped his face with the clean towel handed to him by Aunt Gu, then sat up straight and looked at her.

"What's the matter?" Aunt Gu was stunned by her sudden seriousness: "You want money? Auntie will give you money."

Seeing her about to go back to the house to get the money, Gu Qinghe suddenly laughed and called her: "Mother Gu, I don't think about the money."

"then you?"

Aunt Gu was puzzled and worried that she was upset and suffering from money.

Gu Qinghe patted the bed and motioned for her to sit down: "I have something to tell you."

Aunt Gu sat down as she was told, looking at him inquiringly.

"Promise me you won't cry." Gu Qinghe had been preparing for this for so long before the meal but he didn't tell her because he was worried that she would be sad.

Aunt Gu seemed to realize something and nodded.

"Liu Bai told me that most of the people who joined the army six years ago have returned home, except for those who died in battle. The families of the soldiers who died in battle will be informed, and the court will also issue compensation. In a month, another group of soldiers who voluntarily stayed in the barracks will return home."

Gu Qinghe copied and pasted everything from Wei Yan one by one, without any emotion, for fear of affecting Aunt Gu's mood.

Over the years, the people of Chuiliu Village have received compensation, but most of them just cried and moved on. After all, those who stayed still had to make a living, and most of those who were conscripted by the imperial court were abandoned by their families.

In addition to those who had died in the battle, there were still more than ten families in Chui Liu Village whose men had not returned, including Aunt Gu's son and the original owner's brother. They probably stayed voluntarily as Wei Yanshi said later.

However, over the years, those dozen families have all received letters from their sons or husbands far away, except Aunt Gu's family, which has never received one.

Aunt Gu's behavior was beyond Gu Qinghe's expectations. She thought she would be sad and cry, or she would be so happy that she would cry, but Aunt Gu did none of those things. She just responded indifferently, as if she had known her son's choice for a long time. However, when she thought about it many years later, she would still feel regret and resentment.

Gu Qinghe sighed softly.

Aunt Gu smiled at her and said, "You are a little girl, don't look so sad."

"Do you miss him?" Gu Qinghe asked her.

Aunt Gu shook her head: "I hate him."

These three words were very plain. It was hard to imagine that they were spoken by the open-minded and gentle woman just now.

Gu Qinghe murmured, "Why?"

Aunt Gu smiled bitterly: "I understand him, but I don't support him. My heart is not as big as theirs. I just want you all to live well and live comfortably, shouldering the responsibility of your family, instead of rushing to the front and doing the most dangerous things."

"He liked to run after his father since he was little. Before he learned to hold a pen, he learned to use a stick to beat away troublemakers from neighboring villages. Ever since his father died, he rushed to the imperial court to recruit soldiers without a second thought. I thought about his future choices. They are so similar. You are all very similar. Your ideas are not like anyone in our village."

So when she heard that she had spent all her money to save the two little girls, Aunt Gu was not surprised at all, but as a wife and a mother, she didn't want them to be like this.

She said in a sharp voice: "Qinghe, promise me, don't make such a decision in the future. There are so many heroes in the world, and you guys are definitely not the only ones who can help."