I used the space to empty the pirates' private vault.

Feng Wuhen did not take the silver. He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yimo. Jiang Yimo looked at the little boy and said gently, "Little boy, why don't you let your sister buy this camellia tree?"

"It's my mother. My mother is inside. If you buy it, I will have no mother anymore."

The little boy protected the camellia tree so tightly that even his voice became choked.

Although Jiang Yimo didn't understand why the little boy kept saying that the camellia tree was his mother, she felt that there must be a reason.

When the old man selling flowers saw that his grandson was still like this, he was so angry that he wanted to slap him in the face in public, but Jiang Yimo quickly stopped him.

"Old man, don't get excited! You keep the silver. I want this camellia tree too, but I want your grandson to carry the camellia tree with us back to Jubao Tower. I want to ask him something."

The old man selling flowers hesitated for a moment, frowned and said, "Girl, it's not that I don't trust you, but I only have this one grandson. If I let him go with you, you won't beat him, right?"

"Or, you can just give up the camellia tree that the child is holding. I will return the money I earned from selling it to you. Or you can choose another white camellia tree from my stall."

The old man persuaded Jiang Yimo.

"Old man, don't worry! We won't bully him or hit him. After we take him back to the inn and ask him some questions, I will send him back to you safely." Jiang Yimo assured the old man.

The old man felt that Jiang Yimo and the others did not look like bad people. After some ideological struggle, he finally agreed to let Jiang Yimo take his eldest grandson and the white camellia tree away.

The little boy was reluctant to go at first, but Jiang Yimo took two lollipops with rabbit and pig patterns from her small bag and tricked him into going.

Jiang Yimo immediately took the little boy and the camellia tree back to the inn. As soon as they entered the lobby of the restaurant, they were greeted by a delicate woman. The woman was wearing a light pink dress, with a hibiscus face and a willow waist. She looked very pitiful. She trotted to Xie Hefan and

"Thank you, Mr. Xie, I finally found you. Before, I didn't know you lived here, otherwise, I would have come here directly to find you." The woman spoke in a delicate voice.

This white lotus has entangled Xie Hefan again. If the two of them don't entangle for a while, Xie Hefan probably won't be able to get rid of this woman. She should make some room for the two of them.

Jiang Yimo was very attentive and took the little boy and Qingzhu to the third floor. Feng Wuhen followed closely behind Jiang Yimo and the others with a smug look on his face. He did not hide his emotions, and when they reached the stairs on the first floor, he even blew a sharp and melodious whistle like a street thug.

Jiang Yimo rolled her eyes at him.

Seeing that Feng Wuhen and the others were so bored, Jiang Yimo asked him to arrange someone to give the little boy a bath.

This boy is so dirty!

The clothes he was wearing were dirty, smelly, and ill-fitting...

It's unpleasant to smell in the hot summer, let alone wearing clothes like that.

It’s better to find someone to give the little boy a bath first, and then ask him about the matter.

Unexpectedly, the little boy refused to let anyone bathe him, let alone take off his clothes.

"Little boy, what's your name? Your clothes are so dirty, why don't you take them off and change them?"

"No, no, I won't take it off. This dress was made for me by my mother. I don't want to take it off."

When Jiang Yimo heard this, she instantly understood something.

"Since your mother made the clothes for you, you should take good care of them. If you keep wearing them without washing them, they will become dirty and smelly, and they will deteriorate faster."

"No, this is the last dress my mother made for me, and I don't want to ruin it."

"Then listen to your sister. Go take a good bath with these two brothers, and change out of the clothes your mother made for you, wash them and put them away."

After hearing this, the little boy hesitated for a while, and finally agreed to let Feng Wuhen's two guards give him a bath.

Then, she asked Qingzhu to go to the clothing store outside and buy a set of clean new clothes for the little boy.

An hour later, the little boy was finally washed clean by Feng Wuhen's two guards and brought out in neat clothes.

Jiang Yimo looked at the little boy who was washed in front of her and thought he was very handsome, with big eyes and good-looking facial features.

"Little boy, does your father usually ignore you?"

"My father, my father hates my mother...They all don't like me."

The little boy looked very sad when he spoke.

"Then what's your name?"

This was the second time Jiang Yimo asked her name.

"My name is Bastard." The little boy answered in a low voice.

Jiang Yimo was stunned on the spot. She thought she had heard it wrong.

"Tell me again, what's your name?"

"Sister, my name is Bastard!"

"Who named you?"

"I heard that my father gave me this name. My father never liked me since I was a child."

"Then I can't give you a name like that. It's an insult."

After Jiang Yimo finished speaking, the little boy nodded, "Sister, I know."

Ever since he was old enough to understand, every time he mentioned his name to his playmates, they would laugh.

"Miss, this, this name is too random, isn't it?"

Qingzhu was speechless when she heard the little boy mention her name.

Even Feng Wuhen, who was sitting in the room sipping tea, and his two little guards showed surprised expressions when they heard the little boy say their names.

How could anyone in the world give their son a name like that?

Bastard, this is clearly an insult.

Could it be that this little boy is not his father's biological son? Otherwise, his father would not have given him such a name.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yimo looked at him and sighed, and said softly: "Sister, let me give you a new name."

After saying that, Jiang Yimo rolled her big eyes twice, as if she was thinking...

A few minutes later, Jiang Yimo thought of a nice name.

"Why don't you just call yourself Yu An? Qian Shan Ling Yu means peace and happiness. This name sounds nice."

After saying that, Jiang Yimo smiled.

The little boy nodded vigorously and shouted, "I have a name now. My name is Yu An. I don't need to be called a bastard anymore!!!"

After Jiang Yimo and the others were happy, Yu An immediately asked about the white camellia tree.

“Sister, that white camellia tree really has the shadow of my mother. In fact, there is a big secret hidden in my family that even my grandfather doesn’t know.”

"Secret? What secret? Can you tell your brothers and sisters about it, Yu An."

Jiang Yimo coaxed him into talking.