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    It was a nobleman she couldn’t afford to reach.

    “Slave, Slave has no family, and can’t afford a tombstone, and hasn’t borrowed a spade-“

    Feeling a little swollen in the head, she replied upside down, “My sister was very kind to me, and I have no money, and I don’t want to have to be eaten by wild animals when she dies-“

    “Then you can’t dig with your hands like this!” Chang Rong had long since returned to his senses, and seeing this, he said sharply, “How long do you have to dig until what?”

    As if she had made a mistake, she panicked, “Yes, I’m sorry-“,

    “Ah no, that’s not what I meant.” Chanyeong stammered, “I’m sorry, my tone was too harsh.”

    Chen Zian let out a long sigh and thought for a moment before turning to Chang Rong and saying, “Go, give that short sword to this little girl.”

    Chang Rong froze for a moment and was about to say something, but when he saw the look in his son’s eyes, he still behaved himself and went back to the carriage to fetch a short sword.

    The little girl stared blankly at the jewel-encrusted sword, as if she hadn’t reacted to it, and it wasn’t until Chang Rong shoved it into her hand that she foolishly asked, “Is this, for me?”

    “Yes.” Chen Zian softly said, “I was in a hurry today, or else I would have helped bury your sister. Although this short sword can’t help much, it at least spares you the pain of digging up the ground with your hands.”

    The little girl stared blankly at his chin under the umbrella, as if she understood, and as if she didn’t.

    Chen Zian thought that she didn’t understand, so he drew out the short sword in her hand, squatted down to help her demonstrate how to use it for digging, and patiently said, “Use it like this, see?”

    “Noble’s robe is dirty!” She lifted up his green-colored brocade robe in horror, only to realize that her own hands were also dirty, and lowered it again in horror, “Yes, I’m sorry, Nu forgot–“

    Chen Zi’an let out a long sigh, and wanted to say something to the maid, but seeing that it was already late in the day, and thinking of his aunt who was still waiting at home in distress, his heart was obscure.

    Heaven and earth are unkind and take all things as ruminants.

    But he had to go now.

    A few days ago, for the sake of his future, aunt had no choice but to put him under his first mother’s name, making it easier for him to walk outside as the Chen family’s first son. Everyone said that this was a great blessing for him, but no one paid any attention to the bitterness in the aunt’s heart.

    As a son of man, he was already unfilial for not being able to serve his birth mother as his mother, and he would be even more unworthy of being a human being if he worried her further.

    “This umbrella is for you.” Chen Zian shoved the umbrella in his hand into the little girl’s hand, “Dig in when it stops raining more. I’m going to leave now, so the girl’s condolences and take care.”

    She wanted to say thank you, but she was too clumsy to say anything, and could only watch as the brocade-robed gentleman and the servant stepped onto the carriage, sped away, and swiftly disappeared.

    Leaving her with only a sword and an umbrella.

    She finally couldn’t help herself, and the tears she had been holding back for so long suddenly spilled out.

    She climbed onto the straw mat and tightly hugged the body on the ground that had long since lost its breath, crying out, “Sister Bamboo Shadow, look, look. It turns out that these nobles, aren’t all like them-“

    “But how is it that the two of us have been so ill-fated to meet a master like that-“

    All that answered her was the mournful sound of the rain around her.

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