After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

After Tong Wenjie made way, Nanny Sun quickly flashed into the room with a speed that didn't match her hunched body, and then slammed the door.

Tong Wenjie, who almost broke his nose, not only didn't see anything, but was also almost disfigured. He could only reluctantly step aside and wait.

In the room, the small window outside was half-closed, the light was dim, and a haggard and skinny woman was lying on the bed.

This poor woman is Tong Wenjie's mother Du Sanniang.

Seeing Nanny Sun coming in, Du Sanniang could not hide her excitement. She struggled to get up from the bed, but was held down by Nanny Sun.

"Madam, it's the young master who's here to see you, don't get excited, you're still recovering from your illness, don't get up.

The eldest young master is a filial child. His wife is now bedridden due to a long-term illness. The eldest young master will understand you.

I will comb your hair first, and then put some rouge on it, so you will look better."

Du Sanniang nodded gently, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Help me up, I'll go wash up."

A burst of sporadic noises were heard in the bedroom again, but Tong Wenjie pretended not to hear them. He stood aside obediently, his eyes focused on his nose and his nose focused on his heart, and began to daydream.

It was clear that Nanny Sun was hit on the hand just now. How could it be an accident?

He was obviously beaten...

I don't know who would do such a cruel thing and beat Nanny Sun like that. If Tong Wenjie knew who said such a heartless thing, he would definitely give him a good beating.

But now we don’t even know who did it, so who should we deal with?

Nanny Sun was beaten, so I don’t know if my mother is safe...

"come in."

After what felt like a long while, the door was finally opened from the inside. Tong Wenjie took a look and saw that there were indeed quite a few miscellaneous small things in the bedroom. There was also a shelf specially built next to his mother's bed, on which were two relatively clean copper basins, with the upper one still half filled with water.

A loose and about to fall apart rocking chair was facing Du Sanniang who was half lying on the bed.

"My son, come here, come closer, let me take a good look..."

Du Sanniang, who was already skin and bones, waved to Tong Wenjie with a hoarse voice and effort.

"Mom, please slow down."

Seeing that his mother Du Sanniang had a hard time even raising her arm, Tong Wenjie immediately took two steps at a time and walked to Du Sanniang, then half-knelt down and held Du Sanniang's hand.

These are not the hands of a lady of a duke's mansion at all. There is only a thin layer of skin covering the bones of these hands. The skin on the back of the hands is wrinkled, cold and rough to the touch, and there are several ugly scars, some new and some old.

Looking at the scar on his mother Du Sanniang's hand with such a frown, Tong Wenjie was silent for a long time. In the end, all his thousands of words turned into a long sigh.

Du Sanniang smiled nonchalantly, reached out and gently stroked the face of her son whom she hadn't seen for a month, and said, "I haven't seen you for so long, my son has lost a lot of weight.

I guess everyone in the school studies hard, hoping to get on the list one day. My son was born in the Duke of Yue's mansion, so he didn't have to be with those poor students. Now it seems that he has suffered a lot. I just hope that you can get on the list, so that I can be proud. "