Chapter 107: Afraid I'll sell them?

Then she raised her head and looked at Wang Han, 'Uncle Wang, the Princess Consort is a good person, right?'

Wang Han smiled and nodded, 'The Princess Consort is a good person.'

After she learned the truth, she never thought of blaming him.

He had been wandering the martial world for many years; he wouldn't fail to understand these.

If the Princess Consort wanted to blame him and punish these children, she wouldn't have saved Lao Yao.

In his heart, a strange feeling arose, as if such a Princess Consort was not bad……

'I knew it.' A smile appeared on Lao Er's little face.

Jiang Yun Chu heard the outside words, helplessly shook her head; no matter how mature, she was still just a child.

'Second sister, second sister, big brother…' Lao Yao, in his sleep, began to regain consciousness, a bit restless, tossing and turning.

Jiang Yun Chu touched her forehead; the fever had subsided.

The poison had mostly cleared, but seeing this group of children, skin and bones, she also felt helpless.

Not to mention these children, even the tenants' kids and the farmers' kids were all like that.

This is the problem of the times; household after household, it's no longer an isolated case.

'She's awake.' Jiang Yun Chu walked out the door, saw the worried faces outside, and gave this space to the dozen or so children.

Returning to where she had just sat, she watched the tenant farmers laboring.

The manor's courtyard was very simple, even shabby; inside the house, aside from a stool, there was only a wooden board bed, and on one side a wooden cabinet holding some simple items.

Inside the house, there was nothing else.

'Lao Yao, how are you? Do you know who I am?' The little girl was wearing Jiang Yun Chu's cloak; Lao Er tightened the cloak, and at her age, the girl had already started caring about such things.

'Big brother~' the little girl softly called, looking at the people around; her smiling expression made one's heart ache.

Those lips, once purplish, were now only a patch of pallor; her small face seemed as transparent as glass, skin and bones thin, yet she bore a bright smile.

'Does it hurt? You were bitten by a snake—why didn't you tell big brother?' The boy felt a bit guilty.

He still thought Lao Yao had caught a cold, which caused the fever.

Who would have thought it was poisoning? How could he not have thought of that?

The little girl smiled and said, 'It doesn't hurt.'

Her soft voice sounded as if she couldn't muster strength, yet her smile never faded.

Jiang Yun Chu looked at the situation inside the house, and a smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

Actually, her lips were even whiter than that girl's.

Wang Han looked at her with some concern, 'Princess Consort, do you want to rest?'

Jiang Yun Chu turned her head, looked at Wang Han, and asked, 'Where are my people?'

Her people hadn't sent word for so long, and they were all at the manor, yet she hadn't seen any of them……

Wang Han gave a simple smile, a bit embarrassed; if his skin weren't so dark, one could directly see his face was flushed.

'I… I deceived that group into going deep into the mountains, and there is mist there… but… I send water and food to the edge every day.'

Wang Han hurriedly said, then scratched his head, 'It's just that I change the drop-off point each day, gradually leading them deeper inside.'

His simple smile, to some extent, had a kind of charm that made people think he was honest, but on the contrary, he is a very smart person; his simplicity is merely his appearance.

If he weren't a smart person, how would those farmer-tenants, who themselves don't have enough to eat, voluntarily give him their grain and let him control it?

Jiang Yun Chu fell silent for a moment, observed him for a while, looked at the people working around; nobody was slacking, everyone bent over, doing their tasks.

Jiang Yun Chu listened to the children inside the house caring for each other, also knew those few were fine, and her mood relaxed.

Wang Han stared, not expecting the Princess Consort to ask this question: 'I came here five years ago, I have no parents; the old manor head took me in, then I became the manor head, but the old manor head had written to the Wang Fu about this.'

Jiang Yun Chu nodded; she indeed knew this matter. To understand these three manors, she had looked over all the manor's data and information.

'I support the old manor head in his old age and manage this manor; previously, when troublemakers appeared, I led the tenant farmers and farmers to drive them away.'

'When everyone couldn't fill their stomachs, I would go up the mountain to hunt, and then we would all share a bowl of hot soup.'

Hehe!

Speaking of this, Wang Han gave a simple smile.

Jiang Yun Chu seeing his appearance also couldn't help but laugh, 'Is this why everyone trusts and supports you?'

Wang Han nodded, 'Living is too hard; everyone has grown accustomed to sticking together and to looking after each other.'

'Actually I took in those children; some families are unwilling, but though the children can't do heavy work, they are sensible, especially the older ones—they will themselves clear land, plant vegetables, and go up the mountain to dig wild greens.'

That simple-minded fellow, as he said this, stopped dead, looking at the dozen or so children in the house helping each other.

Jiang Yun Chu's gaze also remained fixed, never leaving.

'They just have no home.'

Her voice was very faint; if it weren't for Wang Han's good hearing, one might not hear her words.

They just have no home, drifting about, they cherish this manor.

Because that is where they landed, that is the place that gives them a dwelling.

'Yes, they just have no home.'

Wang Han nodded, looking at Jiang Yun Chu's gaze, his curiosity grew.

Jiang Yun Chu felt something was off; when she raised her head, Wang Han's gaze had already withdrawn.

She furrowed her brows, probably……

She must have just felt mistaken.

'What do you plan to do with these twelve people?' Jiang Yun Chu looked at Wang Han and asked lightly.

Her voice held no emotion, as if she were discussing an unrelated matter rather than the future of twelve children.

'First, raise them in the manor.'

When they grow up and become self-reliant, we'll register them as householders in the manor; then they'll have support, and the Wang Fu will naturally not mistreat us. Wang Han always spoke with a simple, honest smile, his laughter seeming contagious.

In a moment I'll ask their opinion; if they agree, I'll take these twelve people with me. Jiang Yun Chu's answer surprised Wang Han.

Twelve people!

She took them away?

His gaze held a sense of exploration.

Jiang Yun Chu laughed and said, "Are you afraid I'll sell them?"

Wang Han honestly shook his head, "The Princess Consort wouldn't."

Just now her look of pity for the children had never been concealed; or rather, she disdained to conceal it.

If Jiang Yun Chu knew his thoughts, she would surely laugh foolishly out loud.

Orphans—who could understand an orphan's mind better than she?

They need pity, they need care, they need affection—why would she conceal it? What's the point of concealing it?

Isn't open affection good?