After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

The woman died in the cold winter, silently. No one was sad for her, and no one felt sorry for her. They only sighed that it was not so easy to enter the main house of the Mu family.

Not even a funeral was held, and that woman wasn't even included in the family tree, let alone the issue of whether or not to observe mourning. The only announcement to the public was that the fourth wife had suffered from depression and committed suicide, and the newspapers only mentioned it briefly, without causing any stir.

If there was anyone who was still touched by the poor Fourth Lady, it was probably only the lonely child in the garden.

In fact, Xiao Mu Yanchen was not too sad. He saw the process of the woman's death, but even so, he was only touched, just like watching a small animal die. Life is like this, either die here or die there, and finally return to dust.

But this incident still made him silent and even more taciturn.

The servants would discuss him behind his back, sometimes in whispers, and sometimes they would deliberately raise their voices when they saw him.

"Look, that's the fourth wife's child. The fourth wife is so pitiful. She came to the Mu family alone. Her husband was sick and now dead. Even her only child doesn't feel sad for her!"

"That child must be a devil, so cold and indifferent."

"His blood is probably cold too. Who wouldn't be extremely sad when they know their mother has passed away?"

There are many other arguments, but Xiao Mu Yanchen would not remember them all. The two words that impressed him the most were "devil" and "cold-blooded", as if these were his labels.

Mu Yingfeng was ill, the fourth wife died for no reason, and little Mu Yanchen completely lost all support in the main house.

Song Si didn't even want to wait. In the same year, little Mu Yanchen, who didn't even have time to eat the New Year's Eve dinner, was sent to H City in the south, leaving Shengjing. Only little Mu Yanchen embarked on such a journey, and he didn't have a single confidant.

The following year, little Mu Yanchen began to feel unwell, and his condition went from bad to worse.

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"Why hasn't he woken up yet?" Situ Rui, who was standing beside the bed, stared anxiously at the sleeping man on the bed and asked Shen Zhao with his head tilted.

Shen Zhao's face was calm. She made a "hush" gesture and placed her fingertips on Mu Yanchen's pulse to feel his weak beating. Although she didn't know why his qi and blood suddenly surged up and he had signs of illness, his condition seemed stable now. Although his pulse was weak, it was not as chaotic as last time.

She withdrew her hand and calmly analyzed: "There is no danger to life, but the body has been exhausted a lot, and it is just necessary to rest and recuperate."

Situ Rui breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. In the absence of Zhao Qing, Mu Yanchen's condition now completely depends on Shen Zhao. If anything goes wrong, he doesn't know how to explain to Lin Han and the others.

Shen Zhao didn't care what Situ Rui was thinking. She lowered her eyes to look at the man who was still frowning even in his sleep. She couldn't help but reach out her hand again. Her cool fingertips gently touched the frown between his brows. She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "It's okay. I'm by your side, always here, so don't be afraid."

This was a sentence that was impossible to hear, but Mu Yanchen actually slowly relaxed his tense body. Even Situ Rui who was standing next to him found it incredible.

Shen Zhao turned around and stared at Situ Rui with clear eyes, "I'm here."

Situ Rui curled his lips. He knew that Shen Zhao had always taken care of Mu Yanchen personally. He nodded and said, "I'll go out first. Remember to call me if you need anything."

Shen Zhao nodded.

After Situ Rui completely left the room, she took out several silver needles, coated the needles with special medicine, and quickly inserted them into Mu Yanchen's head. After she was done, she felt that Mu Yanchen's noble and beautiful appearance, which could be revealed even when he was sick, was completely shattered, and only ridiculousness remained.

She reached out and touched his thin cheek again, muttering, "I'm the only one who has seen you like this. When you recover, don't think of leaving me!"

As if he had something in mind, Mu Yanchen slowly opened his eyelids with needles stuck in his head, and looked towards Shen Zhao. It seemed as if there was a layer of gauze in front of his eyes, and he was hazy and had no idea where his focus was.

Shen Zhao looked at him happily, "Awake?"

Mu Yanchen seemed to have slept for a long time and dreamed of someone he hadn't thought about for a long time. He tried to get up with his hands, but found that he had no strength.

Shen Zhao quickly went over and held him down, "Don't rush to get up. After the acupuncture is finished, you will gradually gain strength."

Her words were gentle, like the white hand that gently stroked his head before, making Mu Yanchen feel dazed for a moment.

He followed Shen Zhao's instructions and lay there obediently, motionless, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What time is it now? How long have I been unconscious?"

Shen Zhao casually glanced at the wall clock, "It's evening now. You've slept for several hours, from this afternoon till now."

He looked at the ceiling above his head and stretched out his hand to Shen Zhao, "Zhao Zhao, come here."

Shen Zhao understood and put her hand into his palm. His fingertips were slightly cold, but he slowly held her hand and firmly wrapped it inside.

Shen Zhao sat down next to him. The room was quiet and peaceful, until Mu Yanchen's hoarse voice broke the silence.

“I dreamed about my mother.”

Shen Zhao had heard from Guan Qi that Mu Yanchen's family was very powerful, but she had never delved into it deeply because she knew that Mu Yanchen needed her and she was all alone in the world and very lonely. Someone happened to fill this gap, and she liked it very much, so she would not care too much.

I was still surprised when I heard Mu Yanchen talk about his past.

She couldn't empathize with Mu Yanchen. After all, she didn't even have a mother.

But she still took over his words, "And then?"

He was still looking at the smallpox, his tone very calm, as if he was recalling an insignificant person, "You said that the three toxins in my body should be composed of new elements."

Shen Zhao nodded.

"I think it was what my mother fed me before she died that year. I never called her mother when she was alive, so it's a bit inappropriate to call her that after she died."

After saying this, Mu Yanchen closed his eyes, his eyes calm and peaceful.

But Shen Zhao, who was sitting next to her, was shocked. She had thought about what it would be like if she had a mother and relatives before, but she had never thought that her closest relatives would harm her. It is said that even a tiger will not eat its own cubs!

"why?"

Mu Yanchen curled the corners of his lips when he saw Shen Zhao's shocked expression. It was not a mockery, but he was just happy that there were still people who felt sorry for him.

He shook his head. "I don't know. My family is very complicated and intertwined. It's not as peaceful as here. The main house is full of twists and turns every day. If you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss. And my mother, I think, she is probably the one who was sacrificed in it, right?"