An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

Jing Chunxi and Xiao Tianbao were locked up in the small dark room again.

It was still a small room made of planks and wood, much smaller than the one they had just been taken out of. Dim light filtered through the gaps in the wood, barely allowing them to make out the interior. Although the room was small, since it only held the two of them, there was no odor, which made the two of them breathe a sigh of relief.

They had just been through a lot and now they could finally calm down for a while, feeling a little more at ease.

There was actually a small bed in the room. The wooden bed was covered with thick straw, without a mattress, but with a relatively clean quilt on top.

At times like these, the bed seemed especially precious, a ray of warmth in the darkness. Little Sweetie, accustomed to sleeping on the cold floor these past few days, had grown accustomed to the biting chill. The moment she saw the bed, her eyes lit up, and without a hint of shyness, she climbed onto it. She seemed a bit impatient, even calling out to Jing Chunxi, "It's cold, sister, come up quickly!" Her voice was filled with anxiety, as if she feared someone else would snatch this only warm spot from her.

There was no other place to sit except on the bed. Cold and hungry, they simply lay down on the bed together, covered with the quilt and looking up at the sky. Through the cracks in the wooden planks, they could see the gray sky outside, as if the whole world was imprisoned in this small space between heaven and earth.

The little sweet baby curled up in the quilt and soon regained his energy.

Because there were only two of them, Xiao Tianbao started to talk more: "Where is my sister's home? Why was she caught? Is that crybaby really your brother?" Her questions were like a string of cannonballs, with a hint of curiosity and confusion, as if she wanted to fill her inner anxiety through these questions.

Jing Chunxi was amused by Xiao Tianbao's question and said, "That's your brother, okay? You were just crying while hugging him, and now you're complaining about him?"

Although her tone was a little teasing, her eyes were full of helplessness. She knew that Xiao Tianbao was just a child and didn't understand the ways of the world. She was just expressing her feelings instinctively.

Xiao Tianbao thought about it and felt that something was wrong, so he shook his head and said, "He is your servant, and he calls you Miss." Then he felt that he was very smart and looked at Jing Chunxi with anticipation.

Jing Chunxi didn't comment. Instead, he rummaged into his arms, took out a steamed bun, and handed it to Xiao Tianbao: "Don't think too much. Eat it and have a good sleep, then you will have the strength to save your brother." He was surprised by the gentleness in his voice, as if he was comforting a frightened little animal.

Little Tianbao took the steamed bun, her eyes lit up. She lifted it up and stuffed it into her mouth, mumbling, "Sister, you're better than Tianbao. Even Tianbao can't hide it for that long."

Seeing that the little sister also took a bite of the steamed bun, the little sweet baby felt relieved: this one is mine, no need to share it with anyone, fortunately the crybaby is not there.

After eating a steamed bun, they were only half full. Covered with the warm quilt, they both fell asleep. Xiao Tianbao's breathing gradually became steady, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. Jing Chunxi also closed his eyes, praying silently in his heart that all this would end quickly.

"Sweetie! I'm here to bring you some food."

"Miss, wake up! It's me."

Two different voices came from outside, one of which was Xiao Man's. There was a hint of urgency and concern in the voice, trying to penetrate the heavy wooden door and convey a sense of warmth.

I don’t know how long they slept, but they both woke up when they heard shouting outside.

"Second Brother"

Little Sweetie sat up suddenly, her eyes sparkling with surprise. She jumped up in surprise, got up, put on her shoes and went to shake the door, but it wouldn't open.

Her small hands pounded on the door, her voice tinged with anxiety. "Second brother! What should I do? Tianbao can't open it. Wuuuu! Where's big brother? Is he okay? Wuuuu!" This time, the little girl was really crying, sobbing uncontrollably. Her tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the cold ground with a faint sound. Her tears were infinitely stronger than Xiaoman's fake sobs.

The eight-year-old boy outside also had tears on his face, but he didn't dare cry out loud. His voice was very calm and guilty, and he didn't want to worry his sister: "Tianbao, don't cry, don't cry so loudly. Second brother and eldest brother are fine, we will go home together in a few days."

He tried to make his voice sound calm, even though his heart was filled with worry. When they arrived here, Yan Huai and his brother were separated. He didn't know where his elder brother was now, only that they were all in this mountain. But he couldn't tell his sister this, so as not to worry her.

He and his brother were very worried during the two days after his sister was arrested, fearing that she would be arrested for being disobedient. They didn't expect that this would actually come true.

Jing Chunxi also asked outside: "Xiaoman, are you guys okay?" His voice was full of concern, trying to convey strength.

"Miss, it's okay. I'm just helping you light the fire and cook. I know how to do that. It's not hard." Xiaoman's voice came from outside, with a hint of fatigue, but she tried to stay calm.

It's impossible not to be tired. Just think about it and you will know. They can rest in the small dark room, but Xiaoman must have been busy outside until now and has not been able to rest.

"Miss, please step back. The porridge and black steamed buns can only be stuffed into your mouth through the crack in the door." After Xiaoman finished speaking, Jing Chunxi pulled Tianbao back a step.

Under the wooden door, in a gap a few fingers wide, something had indeed been stuffed in. It was stuffed in a small bag wrapped in green leaves, and the leaves immediately fell apart, revealing two black buns.

There was only one bowl of porridge, and it was a very small bowl. The porridge soup was so clear that you could see the bottom and even count the rice grains.

Xiao Man said apologetically outside: "Miss, you can drink this porridge as water. The cook said that the children's ration is one black steamed bun per meal, and multi-grain porridge is only for those in training.

I secretly saved this small bowl for you all to eat and go to sleep right away. You won't be hungry when you sleep." His voice was a little helpless, but he tried to remain optimistic, not wanting to worry the young lady.

Little Sweetie didn't touch the food immediately, but stretched out her fingers through the gap under the door. The brother and sister's fingers touched, and the little girl felt much better.

She even tried to comfort her brother, saying, "I will rescue my eldest and second brothers." She said it with such confidence that only she believed it. There was a hint of stubbornness on her face, and she was trying her best to look brave.

Jing Chunxi shook her head. She was truly ignorant and fearless. She wondered where this confidence and determination came from at such a young age. She looked at the little sweet boy, feeling both helpless and distressed.

Xiaoman whispered to Jing Chunxi, "We cook for thousands of people here, and that's just the people on the top of the mountain. The cooks were all captured. The older ones and those younger than us do odd jobs or cook, and some are sent to feed horses and grow vegetables." He lowered his voice as he conveyed a secret.

"The cook said that there are more soldiers guarding this hill than on other hills. I can't find out too much about other things, and they don't know when I ask. They said that apart from this mountain, they have never left." Xiaoman herself felt a little disappointed about this, and even doubted her own ability.

Finally, he said, "No one has ever seen a Japanese here." The suspicion that had existed for a long time was now confirmed.

Although he had known this for a long time, Jing Chunxi still couldn't help but curse: "You little bastard prince, you're trying to rebel."

Xiao Man's voice was muffled and his expression was depressed: "He is already the prince, why is he rebelling? Why is he harming the people?" This was not something Xiao Man could understand. He just felt that the prince was a high and mighty person and should not have such thoughts.

This is also what makes Jing Chunxi depressed. He has no idea why the Dog Prince is doing this.

The Crown Prince's greatest enemy, the Fourth Prince, had been imprisoned, and according to the conventions of past dynasties, it was unlikely that he would be reappointed. He was clearly confident of victory, so amassing wealth was understandable, but raising private soldiers to rebel was something she could not comprehend.

She frowned, her heart full of confusion and uneasiness, as if she was caught in a huge whirlpool and couldn't find a way out.

At this moment, she really felt a bit like Xiaokang, and she really hoped that he could clear up her confusion.