Chapter 706

An Da Han saw the two delicately carved children before him and suddenly froze, wondering when these two kids had crawled into his chest.

The old grandma waiting nearby also noticed something amiss, and hurried over leaning on her cane.

"May the steppe gods bless us—where did these two children come from?"

Da Wo was also a bit dazed; he had been driving the camels behind his father, not daring to step away.

Suddenly he thought of something and quickly looked at his father: "Could it be that our camels encountered a sandstorm just now, and that's when these two little rascals crawled into our chest?"

An Da Han's face grew solemn; though their tribe's living conditions were harsh, looking at the children's clothing and their appearance and bearing, they hardly seemed like ordinary folk's children.

If the children were lost, the family back home would surely be frantic.

He hastily gripped the camel's lead rope tight and led the camel up to the two children.

"Come on! Uncle will take you to see your relatives."

"Was that cavalry we just passed yours? The sandstorm has passed; if they haven't lost their way and are still waiting where they were, we could catch up to them in about a day if we go now."

After his son's reminder, An Da Han realized these two little rascals had likely crawled into his chest while playing during the sandstorm.

At that time, while he was speaking with that noble youth, his camel had stopped to rest.

In that brief moment, he hadn't expected the children to be so nimble, dashing straight into the chest.

Just as An Da Han was about to bend over to lift the two little rascals onto the camel, Gu Yi tightly grabbed his arm.

"They're bad people; we're not leaving."

"Right, big brother said they're bad people."

Gu Er quickly chimed in.

The two little rascals were extraordinarily delicate and pretty, especially their clear, water-like eyes; at that moment they spoke these few words pitifully.

An Da Han's motion halted abruptly, and he looked somewhat helplessly at the old grandma leaning on her cane nearby.

The old grandma sighed: "Forget it; there's no rush right now."

"Let's first take them back to eat; after walking so far, these two little rascals must be hungry."

The old grandma, leaning on her cane, led the two little rascals toward the tent.

The tent looked shabby, but inside it was swept clean.

Inside it was burning hot; having just endured the freezing, terrifying sandstorm, Gu Yi and Gu Er felt warm all over as soon as they stepped into the yurt.

At mealtime, An Da Han's wife broke the milk cakes, milk broth, and some cooked mutton into small strips, and served them along with steamed buns to the two children.

The two children picked up the goat milk before them and gulped it down, glug-glug.

After setting down their bowls and chopsticks, both children's faces were smeared with milk.

An Da Han's wife looked at the two children, feeling both pity and amusement, and wiped the milk from the corners of their mouths clean.

An Da Han once again looked solemnly at Gu Yi and asked, "Just where are you from?"

Gu Yi sat up straight, his voice soft and childlike, yet his expression was very solemn.

He looked at An Da Han and said, "My sister and I originally lived on an island, but that purple-eyed weird uncle took us away."

"All along they claimed they were helping us find our mother, but after searching so long they still haven't found her—I think they're just bad people, deceiving children!"

An Da Han's heart skipped a beat—these two children had actually been sent here from a distant sea island?

Their accent and manner of speech don't resemble those of Mo Bei's noble youths; could they really have been abducted and brought here?

Now seeing these two children sneak into his chest, his guess is pretty much spot on.

An Da Han recalled the young man he had bumped into when the sandstorm suddenly arose earlier.

That man bore an imposing noble air, even carrying a hint of menace.

Thinking of this, An Da Han was unwilling to rashly send the children back; if the other party truly meant them harm, after the two little rascals had narrowly escaped the tiger's den, sending them again into a wolf's lair would make him less than human.

An Da Han looked at his mother; the old grandma lowered her head in thought: "Adding two more mouths to our family isn't a problem—let's keep them here for now, and when the weather improves, you go to Wan Chuan City to inquire."

"See if there's any news of those nobles looking for children; if the inquiry turns up reliable leads, we'll send the children over then—for now they'll stay with us."

An Da Han quickly nodded, feeling his mother's plan was still the steadier option, and at once took Gu Yi and Gu Er into his tribe.

Although life had become a bit harder, there was still no shortage of food for the two children.

In the following days, the two children were utterly delighted.

An Da Han taught Gu Yi to herd horses, and his wife gave Gu Er a pretty little lamb with a red rope tied around it.

They never imagined, even to the point of death, that they would let the current emperor's young prince and princess help tend sheep and cattle in his tribe.

If they knew the true identities of these two children, they might be frightened to death.

Hello. In the city of Wan Shan City's Lake Heart Island, within the residence on Lake Heart Island, the atmosphere these past days has been rather oppressive.

They claim that Bai Xiao Shan, ever since falling in love and then fighting with that bewildered lass, has become limited in temperament and irritable.

Bai Xiao Shan, it's true—unexpectedly, his eternal nature is so distant that he actually, with his viscount, has the doctor think of him, has the nurse maid pinch his mouth, give him forced feedings and water; yet he can't properly discharge his duties as an official, several times nearly choking to death on living soldiers, bravely enduring, these days' mistakes have long been accepted by his emaciated frame, he has made up his mind to seek death, and has even tried several times to bite his own tongue.

For Xiao Sheng, it's true—he has no good way to deal with this woman; he even the air gate between is

. The subordinate hurriedly walked to the door outside, bowed and saluted, saying: "Report to my lord."

"Princess Consort, Empress, Your Ladyship has caused quite a stir this time, saying that three-three days have already passed yet she still hasn't seen her own child. This time the Empress has tallied up all the accounts in her head, and now the rear courtyard is on fire—please, my lord, make a decision."

"What what are you saying??" Bai Xiaosheng hurriedly strode with large steps toward the master's studies at his old residence; he had already gone past the third outer layer, the third layer had dispatched so many protections, he wasn't even nearsighted yet, still couldn't guard against this woman—such a huge mischief, how could he possibly have ignited his whole courtyard, actually set it ablaze?

Before Bai Xiaosheng even reached the side, from afar he saw rolling thick smoke rising deep from the guest-pavilion's guest chamber; all around were people rushing in and out, panicked and chaotic, holding wooden buckets, pouring bucket after bucket of water onto the burning house.

Bai Xiaosheng, feeling suffocated, could barely lift his foot to step; upon entering he saw Qiu Qiu Lin seated calmly in the middle of the month's chair, behind him rolling thick smoke and souls, his complexion deathly pale, his eyes also hard to make out weary, yet his gaze was icy cold, like a knife that unintentionally stabbed.