Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 33

Among the few people, except for shopkeeper Yang, the others expressed their willingness to sign the contract and listen to the eldest lady's orders from now on.

The official Yaren also took care of the physical deeds of these people.

After they left, Shi Anxia asked someone to pick out shopkeeper Yang's account books, and then called Dong Li and said, "Keep an eye on him and see who he goes to and what he does."

Dongli took the order and went.

When Anxia finished dinner, the sky had completely darkened.

She looked at the lanterns shining warmly under the eaves in the dark night, emitting a warm yellow light.

I miss my mother inexplicably. There are some things that I didn’t have time to ask in my previous life. In this life, you must always ask clearly.

Shi Anxia stepped on the snow and went to Haitang Courtyard. As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw Aunt Han coughing and standing on tiptoes to look into the courtyard.

Xing'er, the maidservant beside Aunt Han, knelt down hurriedly and said, "Greetings, Miss... Miss."

When Aunt Han turned around and saw Shi Anxia, ​​she was also shocked and quickly lowered her head, "I have seen the eldest lady. I will leave now."

Shi Anxia asked, "Auntie, are you thinking about Brother Shu?"

Aunt Han became more and more nervous and shook her head in denial, "No, no, I was just thinking that Brother Shu had just arrived in a strange place. He might, might not behave well. Don't make Madam unhappy."

Shi Anxia looked at the woman opposite. He is very young, at most five or six years older than himself.

Her face was abnormally pale, and her brows were full of uncontrollable sorrow, which made people feel that she had lived a difficult and bitter life in this world.

If I remember correctly, Aunt Han should have died of illness two years later. Brother Shu was still very young, but Aunt Wen wanted to go there and raise him to death.

Shi Anxia smiled warmly, which was particularly warm in the night with falling snow, "Auntie, don't be nervous. If you want to see Brother Shu later, just feel free to come. Come on, follow me in."

"No, no need." Aunt Han quickly took out a rattle from her sleeve, handed it over tremblingly, and begged, "Miss, please give this to Brother Shu. Shake it and he will stop crying."

Shi Anxia didn't answer the rattle and took advantage of the situation to pull Aunt Han into the yard. "If I tell you to go, you can go. You go and coax Brother Shu, and I can talk to my mother to talk to her."

"Okay, okay." Aunt Han blushed and thought this girl was really nice. It was obviously to help him, but he said it as if he was asking for help, "Thank you, miss."

She gratefully glanced at Shi Anxia's back and watched until the figure was gone, then turned and entered the west wing.

Over there, Tang Chujun was guarding his sleeping son in the east wing.

Originally, such an old son was already considered an adult, so she shouldn't have been guarding him like this.

But the missing sixteen years were the pain in her chest.

She looked at the dense scars on her son's body, her heart felt like a knife, and she was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

Originally she wanted to tell the truth and say that he was her biological son.

But when Yunqi developed a high fever, Dr. Shen came to see him and prescribed medicine for him. When the fever subsided, he fell asleep quietly.

But his sleep was not peaceful, like a frightened puppy, curled up on the bed with his hands crossed and hugging his shoulders. Apparently he often used this posture to avoid being beaten.

Tang Chujun felt extremely sad and couldn't stop crying. He was a hundred times sadder than when he knew that Shi Yunxing was dead.

Aunt Zhong came into the room and whispered, "Madam, the eldest lady is here."

Tang Chujun then wiped away his tears and went to the main house where he lived.

When she entered, she saw her daughter standing alone in front of the window, staring out the window in a daze.

"Xia'er." Tang Chujun wanted to say, it's so late, why don't you go to bed. But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them inexplicably.

Xu Shi owed her son sixteen years; Xu Shi saw her daughter's slim and lonely back, and suddenly remembered that she still owed her daughter a full ten years.

Tears inexplicably blurred his eyes.