Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 340: The Mother of the Bomen Raises Her Stepson 7

Sirong's sneer startled the birds sleeping under the eaves: "Don't say we are just relatives from the next room, even if the government comes..."

"I can't take care of these 'household affairs'."

The flickering candlelight illuminated Shen Junyao's little face, which had suddenly lost its precocity.

He clutched Sirong's sleeve tightly, his knuckles turning white, and his voice was filled with tears: "What should we do?"

At this moment, he finally acted like a real eight-year-old child, helpless, panicked, yet stubbornly determined to save the people he cared about.

Sirong looked at him and suddenly remembered his calmness when facing Shen Shishan and his wife during the day, which was in sharp contrast to his anxiety at the moment.

It turns out that the child is not afraid, but he had no one to rely on before, so he had to force himself to be strong.

And now, he finally dared to show her his vulnerability.

"When I was taken away before..." Shen Junyao lowered his voice, "Although Sister Pan Di is not having a good time, but at least... at least my aunt won't beat her to death."

At that time, Shen Junyao was the lowest of the Shen family, and all the ill will was directed at him. Although Pan Di was also treated harshly, she was still their biological daughter, so Shen Shishan and his wife gave her some leeway.

But now it’s different, he knows the couple very well.

“Now that I’m not there, they’re going to take it all out on her!”

Especially today, Sirong punished her uncle and his wife in public. They didn't dare to retaliate against the uncle's house, but they would definitely find a vent for her.

Thinking of this, Shen Junyao trembled all over, tears streaming down his face: "Mother...she will die..."

Sirong reached out and wiped away his tears, her voice soft but firm: "Don't be afraid, mother promised you that she would bring Pandi out."

Shen Junyao looked up, his wet eyes filled with hope: "Really?"

"Really." Sirong's lips curled slightly, "We still need to rest here for a few days. During these days, mother will send someone to keep an eye on your uncle's family."

"Then mother will find an opportunity to bring your sister over."

As for this method of asking, Sirong hasn't thought about it yet.

"Don't worry, your sister will be fine."

Sirong rubbed the top of Shen Junyao's head, and her fingertips felt a few undried tear marks.

The young man raised his face, the candlelight reflected in his wet eyes, and he clutched the corner of her sleeve as if he were grabbing the last piece of driftwood.

"Really?"

"Really?" She wiped the teardrops from his nose with her fingers, and suddenly remembered the sinister and ruthless official in the original story. Who could have imagined that Shen Yanluo, who would stir up the court in the future, would now be just a child crying for his sister?

After coaxing Shen Junyao to sleep, Sirong opened the carved window alone.

The night wind carried the lights from the distant Shen family courtyard in, and she suddenly realized a detail she had overlooked:

In the original plot, after Shen Junyao reached the highest position in the government, he set up a longevity temple in his mansion, but he was never seen to help any "Sister Pan Di".

The girl who would secretly give Jun Yao half a steamed bun, the sister who was called a "money-loser" but always protected Jun Yao behind her, probably didn't live to see the day when her brother became successful.

If this is the development, then it doesn't seem so strange that Shen Junyao is willing to sacrifice everything for the heroine, including the lives of the entire Shen family.

Because he had never succeeded in protecting the people he wanted to protect before, until he met the heroine. He didn't want that kind of thing to happen again, so he helped the heroine at all costs.

He didn't even think about taking the heroine for himself, but just kept supporting and protecting her. This purposeless behavior made the heroine and the third prince feel baffled.

Many years later, when the heroine finally ascended the throne, Shen Junyao stood at the steps and looked up at her, and in a trance he saw the people in his memory again.

The sister Pan Di who gave him half a piece of steamed bun on a snowy night, the old scholar who taught him to read,

Those people whom he wanted to protect but failed to keep, eventually became thorns in his bones and blood, causing him heartache at the slightest touch.

So when the heroine appeared, she smiled, and he wanted her to smile like that forever. She wanted power, so he crushed the Shen family's century-old foundation into a stepping stone.

If she falls in love with someone else... then he will personally cut off all the thorns that hinder her happiness.

"I see……"

Sirong slowly closed her eyes and opened them again. The candlelight flickered in her eyes, reflecting a cold clarity.

Shen Junyao has never been a "cannon fodder second male lead".

He is a lone wolf who is repeatedly torn apart by fate, an avenger with a lot of blood on his hands, and a madman who is willing to burn himself to light up others.

And now, she is here.

"Since the original plot requires you to be a stepping stone..."

"Then I want you to be the protagonist of your own life."

To deal with Shen Shishan's family, there is no need to send people to monitor them secretly, just show your cards directly.

Although Sirong and her friends lived in the inn, the maids around them moved into Shen Shishan's house with great fanfare.

The reason is very simple. The Shen family's rules and regulations are not well educated, so Mrs. Bo asked the maids around her to help teach the servants in the mansion the rules.

In Shen Shishan's family, besides a son and a daughter, there was only a maid who helped with cooking and a groom.

There is no such thing as rules and education. He was born into a peasant family.

Sirong's behavior was indeed a bit far-fetched, but so what? No one could point out any fault with it.

In the next few days, Shen Junyao got up early and practiced martial arts and horse stance with the guards.

Sirong accepted banquets hosted by the families of officials, gentry and wealthy people in the city.

Her background was no secret among these officials' families. She was an orphan girl from a military household in a border town.

With great luck, my husband worked hard and became the wife of an uncle.

Especially on the day Sirong just entered the city, she had her eldest uncle and his family beaten at the city gate, which made these people think that Sirong was a person with no vision.

They are different from the noble ladies who have been carefully cultivated by their families since childhood.

However, I didn't expect that when she entertained Sirong, her demeanor and every gesture showed her courtesy and good manners.

"Is this...really a girl raised by a military household in a border town?"

The prefect's wife held her handkerchief in her hand, and the contempt in her eyes had not yet completely dissipated when she was stunned by Sirong's demeanor.

She was seen sitting upright at the table, her back as straight as a bamboo, her fingertips holding the cup slightly raised, sipping the tea slowly and steadily, even the sound of the lid hitting the rim of the cup was just right.

How could she be a vulgar and ignorant military orphan?

"Madam, you are a great taster of tea, but do you usually like to drink Longjing tea?" The wife of the Tongpan asked tentatively with a smile.

Sirong's lips curled up slightly. "Longjing is good, but it's not as refreshing as Junshan Yinzhen." She tapped the teacup with her fingertips. "This 'Gold Inlaid Jade' is especially good. The buds are straight and the hairs are white like snow. The tea master at Madam's residence is a master."

The whole room was silent. Junshan Yinzhen was a tribute tea, only the rich and powerful could obtain it, yet she even knew the tea master's techniques clearly!