"What happened next? My poor child, you were so young at that time, how did you live?" Mrs. Xiahou wiped her tears, stopped her sadness, and looked at the knife and asked.
"I..." Dao lowered his eyes, hiding the part about himself being a beggar, and then said softly, "Later, the girl named Yun that my grandmother saw just now took me in, and I will work next to her from now on. Thanks to
Miss Yun, otherwise, maybe I would be a beggar now."
"The girl named Yun?" Mrs. Xiahou raised her gray eyebrows, feeling a little confused for a moment.
If she read correctly, there should have been three young men sitting here just now. Why did a girl come out again?
"That young man who advised you not to be sad is actually a girl." Dao reminded.
Mrs. Xiahou blinked blankly at first, then a hint of realization flashed across her face, "...Ah, it's him. Grandma will definitely thank her properly later."
"..." Dao smiled and nodded.
The reason why he said that just now was to let his grandfather's family have a good impression of Yun Jingchucun.
"But Qi'er, what do you mainly do when you are around her?" Old Madam Xiahou asked.
Hearing Mrs. Xiahou's question, Mr. Xiahou and his two sons had tense expressions on their faces. They had just wanted to ask if Dao had been serving as Yun Jingchu's servant.
They want to know Dao's past life, but they are afraid of hearing similar answers.
Dao thought for a while and replied: "I am responsible for protecting her safety and helping her manage her guards."
The dark night is a secret, and Dao could only give such an ambiguous answer before getting Yun Jingchu's consent.
"Ah..." Everyone was stunned.
Although the guards were also servants, they were much better than the other servants. Although the old lady Xiahou and his two sons were still distressed, they were slightly relieved.
Only Mrs. Xiahou began to cry distressedly again, "My poor child, you must have suffered a lot."
In Mrs. Xiahou's view, being escorted by others and going back and forth with swords and swords is not only hard work, but also very dangerous.
"No." Dao shook his head, "Miss Yun is very good to me."
This time, Dao remembered Yun Jingchu's instructions and did not call Yun Jingchu his master again.
"I only need to perform some tasks, and the rest of the time is free. Miss Yun doesn't think of me as a human being, she...has always regarded me as an elder brother." Dao explained. At the end of the sentence, Dao thought of Yun Jing a few days ago.
Chu wanted to match his brother and sister, so he couldn't help but smile.
Dao was not a fool, and of course he could guess what Mr. Xiahou and others were thinking, so he used this passage to let them relieve their heartache.
"Ah..." Hearing this, Mr. Xiahou and his son breathed a sigh of relief again.
But Mrs. Xiahou's expression was still sad and distressed, "My poor child, you should have been the most noble prince, but you have been living like that..."
Seeing that the old lady was about to cry again, Dao said quickly: "Grandma, there is no need to be sad. I have lived a really good life in the past few years, and there is nothing unsatisfactory..."
"Okay, okay, grandma is not sad." Mrs. Xiahou wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes and began to ask Dao some specific questions.