However, the appearance of the old nanny proved that Chen Yang's deduction was wrong.
There’s something to talk about here.
After Chen Yang checked into Tianzihao's room, he didn't rest that night. He admired the moon alone in the yard. As expected, the old nanny arrived and they had the previous conversation.
"Young Master, I didn't take good care of myself, and I almost made a big mistake."
The old grandma looked at Chen Yang lovingly and fearfully, then knelt down in front of him.
"Old mama, get up and talk."
Chen Yang quickly helped him.
Before he leaves this team, this old nanny is the guarantee that he can sit here safely.
No matter which one of them, Lao Zongfeng and Cheng Zongfeng, he could hardly be his opponent now. If they were to die, they would just rely on the magic stone and jade to escape.
Now I can sit peacefully and admire the moon, isn't it because of the protection of the old grandma's carriage and horses?
"My old injury relapsed. I was stuck in the room that day. Even if I noticed the whereabouts of the young master, I couldn't stop him."
The old mama said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, the young master is very rich, and he actually developed his skills and secrets under my nose.
If not..."
The old grandma's face turned pale, and her fearful look could not be faked.
Chen Yang raised his eyebrows, grasped the key point in the old grandma's words, and asked in a deep voice: "Old grandma, are the people who secretly protect me...all gone?"
The old nanny was obviously injured, but she was the only one accompanying Chen Yang this time. What does this prove?
It proves that the power that secretly protected the original owner has been completely exhausted after more than ten years of consumption. Only a seriously injured old woman was left, dragging her sick body to follow her, and that was when something went wrong.
Otherwise, the arrangement this time would be simple and crude, far less exciting than what the original owner had encountered over the past ten years.
But this place is far away from Zhenbei Palace, so it doesn’t need to be so exciting.
The old grandma looked at Chen Yang with gratified eyes: "The young master has indeed grown up. If only the young lady and the young lady were still alive, they would definitely cry with joy."
Chen Yang looked strange: "Miss, little miss..."
He was sure that no one had ever called his mother that in the memory of the original owner?
Under Chen Yang's questioning, the old woman finally told some of the past events.
It turned out that Chen Yang's mother was actually a saint from the ancient tribe. After marrying into the Prince of Zhenbei's palace, her mother, a saint from the previous generation of the ancient tribe, lurked beside her with power.
As a result, in that shocking night, the previous saint of the ancient clan—the lady the old woman called her—died in the hands of King Zhenbei.
The mother of the original owner Chen Yang—Little Miss—suffered from a serious illness and died suddenly in a short period of time.
According to the old woman, this was all the work of King Zhenbei.
Fortunately, the grandmother of the original owner of Chen Yang had already made preparations. They had been lurking down under various identities for a long time, so they were not caught all in one fell swoop and were able to protect Chen Yang in secret until today.
Also, only, until today.
The old nanny was the last person left by the original owner Chen Yang’s mother and grandmother. The rest of her power had either died or dispersed over the past ten years.
After the old woman finished speaking, she respectfully took out a thin bronze mirror from her arms, knelt down again, and put her hands above her head:
"Please, young master, accept the treasure inherited from my ancient clan..."