Of the four personal attendants, three—Shufeng and the others—had died twelve years ago. The only survivor, Xiu Yue, had her face disfigured, and today she learned that her fiancé had passed away. To say her life was worse than death would be no exaggeration.

As for her, she was like a rat that couldn’t see the light, using Luo girl’s appearance to seek revenge at the opportune moment.

When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact—it had always been thus.

What she wanted to know now was Xiao Qi’s identity.

Since Xiu Yue’s fiancé had taken the infant Xiao Qi and become a mountain bandit twelve years ago, logically speaking, Xiao Qi must be connected to the Prince of Zhennan’s estate.

Could it be that her younger brother was still alive?

As this thought arose, Luo Sheng’s mind trembled violently.

Before her eyes appeared the image of Si Nan.

That man whose peerless elegance couldn’t be concealed even with shackles on his body had told her that Baby had been thrown to his death on that blood-soaked, wind-swept night.

He had begged her to kill him, to give him release.

She still remembered the dagger piercing his heart, how he thanked her, how he had wanted to call her “Princess.”

She found it truly difficult to believe that Si Nan had lied to her.

Then there were now two possibilities.

One was that Si Nan had been mistaken—the one thrown to death back then wasn’t her younger brother, and the real younger brother had already escaped with Xiu Yue’s fiancé.

The other possibility was that Xiao Qi was the child of someone from the estate who happened to be encountered by Xiu Yue’s fiancé as he rushed out, and was taken along out of compassion.

Luo Sheng leaned more toward the first possibility.

Emotionally, she desired more than anyone for her younger brother to still be alive in this world, so she wouldn’t have only hatred left in this life.

Logically, Xiu Yue’s fiancé had commanded one of the estate’s guard units. If he didn’t have a special mission, he would only choose to fight to the death until the last drop of his blood was spilled, rather than flee alone.

Luo Sheng still remembered that night when she had fallen before the estate gates, looking up at crimson of varying shades.

The estate’s guards fell one by one, and those behind them, even after losing their weapons, would throw their bodies forward to fill the gap.

The estate’s warriors had no cowards among them.

“So Uncle Yu really did get married.” After hearing Xiu Yue’s words, Luosai Huzi looked utterly shocked. “Everyone in the stronghold thought Uncle Yu was making excuses. Back then, quite a few people lined up to arrange marriages for Uncle Yu, but he said he already had a wife and wouldn’t remarry in this lifetime…”

Xiu Yue finally broke down in tears.

Luosai Huzi looked helplessly toward Luo Sheng.

Luo Sheng didn’t disturb Xiu Yue.

At this moment, Xiu Yue needed to cry her heart out.

And she also needed to find an appropriate opportunity to let Xiu Yue know that she was Princess Qingyang.

She desperately wanted to know if Xiao Qi was actually Baby.

Part of the truth buried in that night twelve years ago might only be known by Xiu Yue.

She needed Xiu Yue to give her an answer.

Luo Sheng turned and slowly walked out.

Who didn’t want to cry their heart out? But she didn’t have the right to cry.

At least not before her family’s revenge was taken.

Seeing that Luo Sheng ignored the weeping Xiu Yue and was instead leaving, Luosai Huzi anxiously called out: “Um, what should I do?”

Luo Sheng’s tone was indifferent: “You can stay and cry together, or follow me out.”

Luosai Huzi hurriedly chased after her.

He still valued his dignity—how could he stay behind and cry?

Walking out of the partition, Luo Sheng casually asked: “What’s your name?”

Meeting the girl’s coldly clear eyes, Luosai Huzi suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed.

Why was she suddenly asking his name?

Could it be that seeing him shaved, he looked quite young?

Thinking of the glorious deeds of the girl before him, Luosai Huzi instantly dismissed his wild thoughts and honestly said: “I’m called Du Feibiao.”

“What about your accomplice?”

“Accomplice?” Only belatedly did Luosai Huzi think of Zhuang Han, his expression changing. “What did you do to my Brother Lu?”

Hong Dou rolled her eyes at him and said irritably: “What, do you think we braised your accomplice to eat him? He’s still sleeping like a dead pig.”

Luosai Huzi breathed a sigh of relief, then said: “Brother Lu is called Lu Hu.”

He had always thought Brother Lu’s name was more imposing than his own, which was probably why he was the most successful one among the strongholds within ten miles.

Meanwhile, Zhuang Han, whose name Luosai Huzi so envied, had finally woken up.

“Jin, Jinlin Guard?” Hearing Shi Yan’s threat, Zhuang Han’s eyes went wide. “Robbing a pot of braised beef shouldn’t warrant being sent to the Jinlin Guard, right? Brother, let’s discuss this—can you send us to Shuntian Prefecture instead?”

“Send one person? Then send me and let my two brothers go! I planned the robbery—they just arrived in the capital and haven’t done anything bad yet…”

Not long after, Shi Yan came out and said to Luo Sheng in a low voice: “Their stories match up.”

Questioning them separately without giving them a chance to coordinate was a small interrogation technique.

After composing herself, Xiu Yue went to see the dark-faced youth.

Their recognition scene needn’t be elaborated upon. As for how to arrange matters for Luosai Huzi and Zhuang Han, this became a matter of great importance to Sheng Sanlang and the others.

“Keep them? No way, these two rice buckets eat too much—we can’t keep them.” Sheng Sanlang firmly opposed.

Shi Yan immediately chimed in: “I don’t agree either.”

Luosai Huzi hugged the dark-faced youth and wailed: “I can’t be separated from Xiao Qi! I promised the late Uncle Yu to take good care of Xiao Qi…”

If separated from Xiao Qi, and unable to eat the tavern’s food and drink, how could he live in the future?

The dark-faced youth looked pitifully at Xiu Yue: “Auntie—”

Xiu Yue’s heart softened, and she looked toward Luo Sheng: “Miss, could Feibiao stay as well? I’ll cover his meal expenses…”

Actually, Luo Sheng had already decided to keep Luosai Huzi.

Luosai Huzi was the person closest to Xiao Qi, and because Xiao Qi was connected to the estate, she wasn’t comfortable letting such a person roam free outside.

But on the surface, she couldn’t readily agree.

Seeing Luo Sheng’s hesitation, Luosai Huzi knew the moment that would decide his fate had arrived. He hurriedly patted his chest and said: “I don’t need Auntie to support me—I can wash dishes, chop firewood!”

Hong Dou rolled her eyes: “Oh please, the silver you eat in one meal could hire a farmhand for a lifetime.”

Luosai Huzi blinked, suddenly recalling the prices of those dishes.

One roasted pig head cost one hundred taels, twenty bowls of plain noodles cost one hundred taels…

He suddenly grabbed Xiu Yue’s sleeve and said gravely: “Auntie, your nephew is incompetent and will have to rely on you for support temporarily. Rest assured, when I make something of myself in the future, I’ll take good care of you.”

The dark-faced youth was dumbfounded.

Although it wasn’t wrong for Big Brother to call his aunt “Auntie,” wasn’t he adapting a bit too quickly?

Xiu Yue stared at the hand clutching her sleeve. She restrained herself again and again from shaking it off, silently waiting for Luo Sheng’s decision.

Luo Sheng’s delicate brows relaxed as she said indifferently: “Since that’s the case, for Xiu Gu’s sake, you may stay.”

“Thank you, Miss!” Luosai Huzi was so excited that hallucinations appeared before his eyes.

A roasted pig head flew by, a plate of braised beef flew by, a dish of sauced duck tongue flew by…

The delicacies he had tasted and those he hadn’t dared to try flew past plate by plate before his eyes, leaving him with nothing but a silly grin.

From now on, he could eat as much as he wanted—Auntie would provide the meals!

Having decided Luosai Huzi’s fate, everyone’s gazes fell on Zhuang Han.

Zhuang Han steeled himself and reached out to grab Xiu Yue’s other sleeve: “Auntie, when your nephew makes something of himself in the future, I’ll take good care of you too—”