The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Song Wenjun helped Madam Ma up and softly called out, "Grandmother."

Madam Ma was both crying and laughing, and didn't know what to say.

It was the old nanny beside her who reminded her, "Madam, let's go inside and talk."

The old lady wiped away her tears and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Look at my brain, come on, let's go inside and talk."

"Okay." Song Wenjun helped her walk into the house.

The general's mansion was dilapidated, with hardly any flowers or plants left.

If it weren't for the fact that the framework is still intact, it would be hard to believe that this was once a glorious general's mansion.

Inside the house, apart from the old-fashioned furniture, there wasn't even a decent decorative item.

Even the doors and windows were dilapidated.

Song Wenjun slowly scanned the room and asked in confusion, "My maternal grandfather died for his country, so why is the general's mansion in such a dilapidated state? Doesn't the royal family care?"

Logically speaking, anyone who sacrifices their life for their country is a hero.

The royal family has an obligation to take care of the descendants of heroes.

It is illogical to allow a hero like General Ma, who is revered by the world, to let his mansion fall into decline.

Madam Ma smiled faintly, a hint of hatred flashing in her eyes: "People only know one side of what happened back then. Your maternal grandfather led his army to war and fought against the Northern Jin in Qingzhou. His entire army was wiped out. He sacrificed his life for the country and should have been respected by the world. However, because the Battle of Qingzhou was too controversial, and the countless deaths and injuries caused great damage to the court, the emperor originally wanted to reward him. However, because there were too many impeachments from officials in the court, the matter was suppressed. It was only said that the merits and demerits canceled each other out and would not be pursued further."

Song Wenjun was furious: "This battle is full of doubts. If it weren't for my grandfather's desperate resistance in defending Qingzhou, the Northern Jin's iron hooves would have crushed Qingzhou and marched straight to the capital. My grandfather did so much, yet he is still being questioned. Do they have any conscience?"

"At that time, the emperor had just ascended the throne and his position was not stable. There were many things that the emperor was willing to do but unable to do. Even your father's exile was out of necessity." Madam Ma was very open-minded and did not blame the Prince of Nanyang for Ma Qiushuang's matter.

"Never mind, it's all in the past." Madam Ma's voice choked, she sniffed and forced herself to look at Song Wenjun: "Fortunately, God has blessed you and brought you back to my side. My poor daughter can rest in peace now."

Song Wenjun's eyes also reddened: "As long as I am here, I will never let my grandmother suffer any more grievances."

She secretly made up her mind that she couldn't let her grandfather's matter go unresolved.

She was determined to investigate the matter thoroughly and clear her grandfather's name.

His blood could not be shed in vain, and his mother could not die in vain.

She wants those who harmed them to receive the punishment they deserve.

The grandfather and grandson were talking without noticing that Xiao Jinyan quietly slipped out while they were distracted.

Taking advantage of its small size, the little guy managed to sneak into the backyard and stop in front of a house.

The courtyard gate was tightly shut and could not be pushed open.

Xiao Jinyan puffed out his cheeks and stared at the high wall, trying to catch his breath. Suddenly, he was drawn to a dog hole on one side.

The opening was small, just big enough for him to squeeze through.

Inside the courtyard, a young man with disheveled hair and a stubble-covered chin sat in a wheelchair.

The man held a gourd in his hand, staring blankly ahead.

He kept chugging the liquor down his throat, seemingly trying to drown his sorrows in his own world.

“Pitiful man, sitting in the empty room at midnight, asking not about the common people but about ghosts and gods, hahaha…” The man sometimes laughed wildly, sometimes wept bitterly.

His expression was both manic and morbid.

His eyes showed no emotion, as if the world and all things before him were nothingness.

He casually tossed the gourd of wine in his hand onto the haystack, but a loud bang followed by a cry of pain woke the man from his drunken stupor.

The voice was childish, with a babyish tone.

It turned out to be a child.

Ma Zhi looked towards the bushes with a puzzled expression, only to see the bushes sway slightly and a small baby emerge from within.

The little baby's eyes were red, and his chubby hands covered his head as he looked at him accusingly: "You, you wretch..."

Ma Zhi thought he was seeing a ghost. There wasn't a single baby or even a dog in his yard.

The maids and servants in the mansion never dared to touch him; he was all alone, living like a wandering ghost.

Does this mean I am already dead?

Ma Zhi looked up at the sky in confusion. A bright sun hung in the clear blue sky.

He sobered up a bit and cautiously moved forward in his wheelchair, poking the baby.

Soft and fragrant.

It's a real person.

He lost his composure: "You, whose child are you?"

Yan Yan's face was full of grievance. He had come to visit his great-uncle with good intentions, but the great-uncle had hit him with a wine gourd.

Waaah, I feel so wronged.

"You're bullying me!" Yan Yan opened her little mouth and burst into tears.

Children have loud voices and their cries are deafening.

The sharp sound jolted Ma Zhi so much that his nerves were on edge.

The louder his cries grew, the tighter the string tightened.

Seeing that it was about to break, Ma Zhi hurriedly comforted him, "No, don't cry."

It's better not to comfort the child; the more you try, the louder they cry.

This child has really good lung capacity.

Ma Zhi looked up at the sky speechlessly, wanting to call his servant over, but suddenly remembered that no one was allowed to approach without his order.

Helpless, he could only pick up the child with trembling hands: "No, don't cry."

In just a few breaths, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

It's harder to coax a child than to get him to stand up and walk.

Strangely enough, the child who was crying loudly actually sat obediently on his hand and started sucking his fingers when he held him.

Ma Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, holding Yan Yan as if she were a hot potato.

There was nothing to play with in his yard, and even less food for children.

Just when I was wondering what to do, I suddenly remembered that there was a bowl of milk on the table.

He struggled to carry the child into the house.

To make it easier for him to come and go, the entire courtyard had no thresholds or steps.

He walked as if on flat ground.

Yan Yan sat in his lap, blinking her big eyes at him, and grinned at him, revealing a row of small white teeth.

Uncle, you are so handsome.

The child's eyes were dark and bright, pure like a piece of jade.

Ma Zhi felt as if something had scalded his heart; a warm current slowly flowed through his limbs, causing his once dormant heart to beat again.

"Want some?" He put the milk to Yan Yan's lips, and the little guy smacked his lips and drank it.

Her fair, delicate face was smeared with milk, making her incredibly adorable.

Ma Zhi looked at the child who had suddenly appeared, and a faint smile appeared between his brows and eyes.

He likes this child.

Judging from the child's appearance, he looks to be just over a year old.

After drinking the milk, he dozed off.

Ma Zhi had no experience in comforting children, but he suddenly learned how without any instruction.

He gently patted the child's bottom, and soon Yan Yan closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She was so sweet and soft, nestled in his arms.