Chapter 618: Is this the price of becoming famous at a young age?

Outside the house.

"I have to say, being young is good."

Steward Fu stared at the room not far away, sighing with envy.

"But the Young Master's urine has been yellowish lately, and it's been splitting. It looks like his body is depleted, so he needs a prescription to replenish it."

Then, when he turned his head, what came into view was an extremely serious face.

It was none other than Gao Feng.

"Master, you haven't slept so late?"

Steward Fu looked surprised.

"That unfilial son is back?"

Gao Feng asked in a deep voice, his eyes cold.

"The Young Master is back and has gone to Miss Mu's room. Although Miss Mu is a person of the eldest prince of Zhao, I think there shouldn't be any problems."

Gao Feng nodded indifferently.

Steward Fu asked curiously, "Master, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to chat with that unfilial son about the Ministry of Revenue, but now it seems that shouldn't be necessary."

"We'll talk another day."

Gao Feng said indifferently.

Steward Fu's aged face showed a hint of thoughtfulness. As expected of the head of the family, a double entendre!

Gao Feng then turned and walked toward his own room.

But in his mind, the faces of several women appeared one after another.

"Lady Shangguan, the daughter of the Lu family, the Second Princess of Great Chu, and this Mu Mu Xue Yao sent by the eldest prince of Zhao..."

"They say the price of becoming famous at a young age is high, but is this the price of becoming famous at a young age?"

"Damn it, I'm so envious!"

Gao Feng thought of the faces of the women and at this moment felt great hatred for his mediocre self when he was young.

The arrow he shot when he was young was now hitting him right between the eyes.

"..."

Meanwhile.

The pitch-black night shrouded the entire city of Changancheng. In this endless darkness, a few weak lights shone through.

In a remote corner of Changancheng, a thin, weak woman was quietly curled up, with a sallow, emaciated little girl beside her.

She wore ragged clothes; because they had been washed often, the original color of the clothes could no longer be seen, and there were patches everywhere, with many loose threads at the cuffs.

She held a black basin, her palms pressing hard, clutching it tightly, as if the black basin in her hands was the most precious thing in her life.

"Mother, are we still going to the Supreme Court tomorrow? Will they drive us out again?"

"Those people are so fierce!"

The little girl opened her eyes wide, her lips pouting slightly, as if thinking of what happened during the day, her thin body trembling faintly.

The woman shook her head gently, her eyes looking into the endless darkness, as if filled with endless disappointment.

"We won't go," the woman said.

"But if we don't go, how can we clear Father's name?"

Upon hearing this, the little girl became anxious and even rolled up the sleeve of her thin arm, "Mother, An'an is not afraid. If those bad people say we are liars again and drive us out, I will fight them!"

"Father's injustice must be cleared."

The woman looked at the little girl in front of her and reached out her thin hand to touch the little girl's face.

She suddenly burst into tears.

"Why is there such a good child in the world, and why is she my child?"

"Following me, you have suffered."

Seeing the woman crying, the little girl quickly reached out her small hands to wipe the tears from the woman's eyes.

When she found that she couldn't wipe the tears away, she also became anxious.

"Mother, don't cry!"

The little girl was at a loss, her small face frozen red in the biting cold wind of the night.

The woman wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled at the little girl, "Mother isn't crying from grievance; Mother is crying from relief."

"An'an, are you afraid of death?"

Suddenly, the woman touched the little girl's face and asked.

"Death?"

The little girl looked puzzled, as if she didn't understand the meaning of the word.

"It means leaving this world forever and going to the place where Father is."

The woman said with a smile.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she said to the woman.

"An'an is not afraid of death. If I die, I can see Father. I'd be so happy to see Father."

"An'an misses Father so much."

When she said the last sentence, the little girl's mood dropped suddenly.

The woman rubbed the little girl's head and held her in her arms.

She spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear. ===== CHAPTER 620 =====