Tuoba Cangming became more and more disgusted.

As expected, this man is addicted to gambling and refuses to repent.

Countless onlookers had gathered around, pointing at Ye Linjiang's son.

"Sir, please don't believe what this old gambler says. He just likes to gamble. He won't get off the gambling table until he has no money left."

"His cousin used to take care of him and gave him some money. But he didn't use it for legitimate business and threw it all on the gambling table."

"Later, his cousin died, and he sold his family property to gamble. Now he has even sold his wife and son, and his house and real estate are gone."

"He deserves it. He deserves no sympathy at all."

……

Everyone was talking about it, and Ye Linjiang's son's background was exposed.

Tuoba Cangming knew the whole truth from their words. This person really did not deserve sympathy or help.

"His son was sold by him? Where was he sold?"

Tuoba Cangming, in line with the mentality of atonement for the Ye family, wanted to find out as much as possible about the descendants of the Ye family and do his last bit.

"I heard that it was sold to a workshop for work. I don't know what happened to it."

"That workshop is notoriously dirty. Not many children who go in come back alive."

Tuoba Cangming frowned and asked Ye Linjiang's son: "Tiger poison will not eat its seeds, but you actually sold your own child. Did the child be sold to that workshop?"

Ye Linjiang's son didn't feel guilty at all. Apart from his enthusiasm for gambling, his eyes were numb to everything else.

"Yes, he was sold to that family. He was born to me, and he can do whatever I want him to do. So what if I sell him? Can you control it?"

Tuoba Cangming found the workshop and rescued the child.

The child was seriously injured and disabled from the waist down.If Tuoba Cangming hadn't arrived in time, he might have had to wait for death.

Tuoba Cangming knew that the Ye family was dead.

All he could do for the Ye family was to raise this child for the rest of his life so that he could live out his life without worries about food and clothing.

Tuoba Cangming looked up to the sky and sighed.

He couldn't do more for Yejia, and Yejia's ending made him even more upset.

To relieve his boredom, he came to the village where he once lived.

He lived in this village from his birth until he was brought to the capital when he was eight years old.

The village still maintains its original appearance, but the people are different.

No, even the house has undergone considerable changes.

Some houses are more dilapidated, while others have been knocked down and new houses built on the original foundations.

People naturally change even more.

The people he once called uncle and aunt are now senile.

The childhood playmate has become the mainstay of the family.

A child asked: "Uncle, why did you come to our village? Are you here to play? Or are you looking for someone?"

"I'll come and see."

Tuoba Cangming strolled to his former residence at the end of the village.

After moving away from the capital, this house became empty.

It wasn't until Tuoba Cangming gained power that he sent someone to take care of the house to prevent it from being damaged.

To this day, the people in the village still don’t know Tuoba Cangming’s true identity, thinking that he is the son of a wealthy businessman.

When his father became rich, he took him into the city.

The people in the village don't understand why they keep this house now that they have money and can live in a house in the city.

This house was originally an old house, and after so many years, it has become very dilapidated. What is it still used for?

Of course, it was their business to keep it. The villagers occasionally got curious, so they put it aside and didn't think much about it.

You have enough troubles in your own life, how can you care about others?

Tuoba Cangming strolled into the house and asked the old couple guarding the house to just stay in the room and do their own thing and not to disturb him.

His followers also stayed outside the house and did not come in with him.

He wanted to review his childhood life without interruption.

Tuoba Cangming stood under the eaves and looked at the small courtyard in front of him.

In his impression, he always felt that this courtyard was very big, big enough to hold his entire childhood.

He ran around the yard, catching butterflies and grasshoppers, and catching rainwater dripping from the eaves.

His mother planted some vegetables in the yard. She looked at him with a smile while weeding.

Tuoba Cangming's eyes were filled with tears. He had never seen his mother again since he was brought back to the capital when he was eight years old.

When he learned about his mother again, she was no longer alive.

I heard that my mother died of illness.

He didn't even get to see his mother for the last time.

His mother's love before he was eight years old was the only warm family affection he had ever had in his life.

Now that he came back and saw the yard again, he found that it was so small that it couldn't accommodate his leap.

Tuoba Cangming walked into the house and looked at each room.

There are actually not many rooms, only three main rooms and two side rooms.

There is a hall in the middle of the main house, with two bedrooms on both sides.

One is his mother's and the other is his own.

Tuoba Cangming first came to the room where he had lived.

The room was very simple, with only a bed, a table and a stool.

The bed was empty, nothing.

The table was also empty. Tuoba Cangming opened the drawer and saw several wood-carved toys and cloth dolls neatly placed inside.

These were all things he played when he was a kid.

The wooden toys were carved by the old servant of the family.

Later he found out that the old servant was sent here by his father Tuoba Huan to protect and take care of the mother and son.

The old servant is actually a master of internal affairs.

The rag doll was made for him by his mother.

These toys accompanied him throughout his childhood.

It turned out that after he left, his mother kept them well here.

But why didn't mother take them to the capital?

The news he heard from others was that not long after he went to the capital, his mother was also taken to the capital.

By then, he had been sent to the military camp.

Later, on the eve of his return to the palace from the military camp, someone told him that his mother had died of illness.

Could it be that what they told him was wrong?Mother didn't actually go to the capital, but has been living here?

Maybe she died earlier than he thought?

Tuoba Cangming hurriedly rushed into his mother's room.

His mother's room was still simple, with only a few more cabinets for clothes and sundries than his room.

Tuoba Cangming opened the cabinets one by one, only to see that they were all empty, not even a thread was left inside.

Did mother really move away?Moved to the capital?

However, she had no reason not to take away her toys.

There must be something wrong here.

Tuoba Cangming wanted to return to the capital immediately to investigate the matter.

But he didn't leave. Instead, he walked to the bed and sat down.

It has been many years since my mother passed away, and there is no rush to investigate the truth now.

He wanted to stay here for a while, because he knew that after leaving this time, he didn't know if there would be a chance to come back again in the future.

He has too many things to deal with, and he can't always abandon political affairs and come here.

He leaned on the head of the bed, just like he did when he was a child, leaning on his mother's arms.

His hand unconsciously touched the wall and found a gap.

Suddenly, his hand stopped.

He touched something.

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