Feng Yanting dealt with his foster mother, who had raised him diligently for over a decade, so "rationally" and "calmly" because Feng Zhongliang and Gu Xiuniang had placed too much emphasis on him, adoring him excessively. The source of thɪs content is novel⚑fire.net
They protected Feng Yanting very well, ensuring that even on the journey to the Capital City when he was escorted from the Marquis Mansion, he was never overly exposed to the harsh realities of life and the cruelty of human nature.
The sacrifices the Feng Family made for the Marquis Mansion and the "repayment" to Mrs. Zhang were almost never mentioned in front of Feng Yanting.
The most important point was that no matter how poor the Feng Family’s circumstances became, Feng Yanting never suffered.
When Feng Zhongliang ran out of money from selling their property, Gu Xiuniang would earn money through embroidery.
Feng Yanting had always lived a life of abundance and leisure, never worrying about money.
But now, under the guidance of He Tiantian, Feng Zhongliang did not deliberately hide anything.
Feng Yanting learned many things, including that their family once had ten thousand taels of assets, which were almost entirely spent in protecting the Marquis Mansion and Mrs. Zhang.
Of course, what truly caused Feng Yanting to harbor resentment toward the Marquis Mansion and people like Mrs. Zhang was the encroachment on his benefits by the Marquis Mansion.
It wasn’t just the family wealth, but also his mother’s preferential love.
Wei Yuanniang also belonged to the Marquis Mansion, and she was the only daughter of Mrs. Zhang.
As a result, because his own grandmother remembered Mrs. Zhang’s kindness, not only did she stay by Mrs. Zhang’s side to work like an ox or a horse, but she also spent all of the Feng Family’s assets, causing Feng Yanting’s quality of life to decline sharply.
There were no more delicacies, since the Eldest Miss needed them.
No more meat, no fish, since the Eldest Miss needed to supplement her nutrition.
Even storytelling and clothes-making were prioritized for the Eldest Miss.
Feng Yanting, once the pampered and praised darling, had become a servant indebted to his benefactor!
Moreover, seeing the frantic madness of his grandmother and mother, Feng Yanting guessed he too would have to bear the burden of "repaying" when he grew up.
Why should he have to bear all this?!
Feng Yanting’s young soul began to scream desperately.
As Feng Yanting’s resentment grew day by day, the group finally arrived in the Capital City.
Seeing Captain Qian escort the people of the Marquis Mansion into the Heavenly Prison, and even Wei Yuanniang, who had always been held in her birth mother’s arms, sent to the cell, Feng Yanting finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness! He had finally gotten rid of these people!
Could his family now live a peaceful life?
Could his mother return to her previous gentle and loving self?
But Feng Yanting soon realized he had been too quick to feel relieved.
As the people of the Marquis Mansion were being locked up in prison, Nanny Zhao desperately signaled to Feng Zhongliang.
Feng Zhongliang nodded understandingly.
Feng Yanting keenly caught the eye contact between his grandmother and father, his expression turning dark and inscrutable.
In the following days, while the Marquis Pingnan’s Mansion awaited the decision of Emperor Chengtai, Feng Zhongliang, who had rented a small house near the Ministry of Justice’s Yamen, quickly settled them in and began coming home late.
Feng Yanting suspected something, yet still curiously asked He Tiantian, "Mom, what has Daddy gone to do?"
"Ah, the Marquis Pingnan is falsely accused. Your grandma had already instructed your Daddy to go ask some relatives and old friends of the Marquis Mansion to speak on their behalf after arriving in the capital!"
"Moreover, the conditions inside the prison are extremely squalid, and the ladies are nobles; how could they endure such hardship? Your Daddy inevitably has to smooth things over a bit!"
Asking for help? Smoothing things over at the Heavenly Prison?!
Feng Yanting did not understand these things, but he knew from his mother’s distressed expression that these activities would cost money!
Money! Money! Always spending money!
Their family no longer had any money.
They couldn’t even afford to buy a small house and had to rent this tiny, dilapidated courtyard.
Oh, back when they were in the Southwest, even their woodshed was more spacious and cleaner than this tiny courtyard!
Feng Yanting’s frustration grew.
Yet He Tiantian continued to provoke the male lead, "There’s also the Eldest Miss; her injuries haven’t fully healed yet. With Mrs. Zhang unable to take care of herself and your grandma being advanced in years, how can the little Eldest Miss survive in the prison?"
Feng Yanting: ...Eldest Miss, Eldest Miss, always the Eldest Miss!
His envy, jealousy, and hatred for Wei Yuanniang had reached its peak.
Yet, that wasn’t enough!
He Tiantian led Feng Yanting to the prison to deliver food and clothes to Mrs. Zhang and Wei Yuanniang.
During this, Feng Yanting witnessed his own mother, kneeling and begging before several vulgar, tyrannical female guards.