Chapter 725: Chapter 725: The Murderer Who Killed Mother Mu Chapter 725: Chapter 725: The Murderer Who Killed Mother Mu Especially when he mentioned the death of his mother, there was something off about his gaze. The old lady felt that this must be a tender spot in his heart, and she couldn’t bear to ask any further.
The old lady simply said, “Well, you two just got back and look tired. I’ll go cook, and we can talk more later. Yu, why don’t you chat with Young Master Meng?”
Then she walked out, pulling Zhao Xi with her.
Zhao Xi, “…” He had just come back too, and he was tired as well. Didn’t he deserve to sit down and have a cup of tea?
Despite his inner turmoil, he still briskly helped the old lady, walking quickly and saying, “Grandmother, please, slow down. Let me know what you need, and I’ll help. Do you need water to be fetched or firewood to be chopped?”
“No need, you just came back so don’t do any heavy lifting. Just sit behind the stove and help me start the fire,” she responded.
“Grandmother, you’ve misunderstood me. While the journey back was tiring, I’m strong and perfectly capable of physical work. Don’t just look at Yun’s high martial arts skill and think he’s the strong one. I’m pretty good myself. See, my medical skill is impressive, I’m skilled in both the literary and martial arts, and I’m considerate when I speak.”
So look at me, don’t treat me like a fool just because I once pretended to be one. You’re overlooking all my abilities. I’m not any less capable than Yun.
The ‘grandmother and grandson’ duo chatted as they carried the fish Shu Yu had prepared back to the kitchen, their voices fading away.
That’s when Shu Yu stepped forward and said, “Are you tired? Why don’t you head back to your room and rest for a while? There’s no hurry on the other matters, we can talk about them later.”
If the old lady could see the change in his emotions when he spoke of his mother, how could Shu Yu not notice?
Plus, the brief sentence he had uttered contained no small amount of information.
Mother had died, and there was a stepfather.
Meng Yunzheng shook his head. He slowly exhaled and said, “No need, I was actually planning to tell you.”
His gaze was resolute; Shu Yu pursed her lips and led him into the room.
After closing the door, she sat opposite him at the round table and poured him a glass of water, “Alright, go ahead, I’m listening.”
Meng Yunzheng smiled, but the smile was just like the first time Shu Yu had seen him–radiant, gentle, but false.
Ever since Shu Yu pointed out his insincere smile, Meng Yunzheng had almost stopped smiling like that in front of him.
This time, it seemed like he had habitually put on this false smile again.
Shu Yu didn’t say anything this time, just pushed the teacup closer to him.
Meng Yunzheng took a sip, maintaining that smile, but his voice lowered, “My family history is a little complicated, I’m afraid it might startle you.”
Shu Yu thought, how could your complications surpass mine? If I said I had traveled into this book and lived for the better part of my life in the modern world, it should be you who gets startled, right?
“No, I’m ready for it. Even if you say you’re a prince, I won’t be scared,” she replied.
Meng Yunzheng, “…” It wasn’t that exaggerated.
Her words made him laugh involuntarily; being with her always made him relax without realizing it.
He let out a breath and said, “Well, not a prince. If my status were that sensitive, how could I still collaborate with other princes?”
He shook his head, looked towards the window, took another sip of water, and then began, “My mother, she was killed when I was ten years old. She was murdered, and the killer was my biological father.”