After rebirth, the regent princess wanted to rebel every day

"Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to pick up my bun." A dirty little boy, about five or six years old, picked up the bun, wiped it, clasped his hands together and kept apologizing to the driver.

"Get out of here!" the driver roared.

Jiang Wanyue's heart trembled, and she lifted the curtain to look.

The little boy glanced at the car curtain in fear. His clothes were torn and his hair was all messy. He was so scared that he stood there.

Jiang Wanyue happened to make eye contact with the little boy.

The little boy's innocent eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, and Jiang Wanyue felt that these eyes were particularly familiar.

The coachman did not notice Jiang Wanyue's appearance. Seeing the little boy still blocking the carriage, he was about to whip him.

"Wait!" Jiang Wanyue shouted in time.

The driver turned around nervously: "Miss Jiang... Miss Jiang."

He almost hit the beggar and didn't understand why Jiang Wanyue suddenly appeared behind him.

The little boy felt his memories were mixed up, and the person in front of him seemed to be someone he had seen before.

"Sister Jiang." The little boy murmured in a low voice.

In my memory, there was a particularly gentle sister who often went to his house, bought him his favorite cakes, and played with him.

Jiang Wanyue naturally didn't hear the call, and frowned as she looked into the little boy's eyes.

Jiang Wanyue got off the carriage, walked up to the little boy, bent down and asked gently, "What's your name?"

The three people in the carriage also lifted the curtain and looked out.

"Jian Yuhuai." The little boy said in a low voice when he saw that Jiang Wanyue was particularly gentle and kind.

boom--

Jiang Wanyue felt her brain was hit again!

She had just seen her mother's phantom not long ago, and now this little boy had the same name as her brother in her previous life, except for the last name.

Jiang Wanyue's eyes were slightly red. She suppressed her excitement, gently grasped Jian Yuhuai's shoulders with both hands, and whispered, "Sister will ask you a question quietly. Can you answer it truthfully?"

Jian Yuhuai hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Jiang Wanyue asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Your original surname was Ye, right?"

When the little boy heard the question, he took two steps back warily, and fear filled his eyes again.

"You... who are you?" the little boy asked nervously.

The nanny told him that the surname Ye would bring him disaster, so she asked him to take the nanny's surname Jian.

In the past, whenever people asked him about his name, he would never change his answer and was beaten by many people. Later, he was afraid of being beaten, and whenever anyone asked him his name, he would remember that his name was "Jian Yuhuai".

The sister in front of him revealed his identity in one sentence, and he was afraid that she was here to beat him again.

Jiang Wanyue lost the sense of touch in her hands and felt a little lost. She felt empty inside and her heart ached when she saw Jian Yuhuai's actions.

"I..." Jiang Wanyue choked in a low voice, "My name is Jiang Wanyue, and I am a good friend of the former Queen Ye. Can you... remember who I am?"

Jian Yuhuai was still hesitant and didn't dare to step forward.

Seeing Jian Yuhuai being so cautious, Jiang Wanyue felt distressed again: "Yuhuai... Huai'er..."

Jian Yuhuai was stunned. In his memory, only his father, mother and sister called him like that.

"Are you really Sister Jiang?" Jian Yuhuai asked tentatively, his eyes full of suspicion.

Jiang Wanyue was so choked up that she couldn't speak, tears rolled down the corners of her mouth, and she nodded vigorously.

The man in front of her was her own brother from the same mother! She had thought that no one in the Ye family would be spared, but she didn't expect that fate would still favor her and let Yu Huai still be alive!

Suddenly, Jiang Wanyue felt that being alive was better than anything else.

Jian Yuhuai had never seen anyone who knew his identity burst into tears, so he believed Jiang Wanyue's words.

He said nothing, took a step forward, walked in front of Jiang Wanyue, and wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears, but when he raised his hand, he found that his clothes were all dirty, so his right hand stopped in mid-air.

Jiang Wanyue held Jian Yuhuai's little hand and choked up, "Can you go home with Sister Jiang?"

"But..." Jian Yuhuai looked down at his clothes. He started begging two years ago and now he is just a street thug. He feels very inferior.

Jiang Wanyue understood his cover-up and felt even more distressed. Her brother had lived a life of luxury before, how could he have suffered such hardships? She said, "Uncle Jiang is a very good person, and Brother Ye is also very good. They will not despise you, and your sister will take good care of you."

Jian Yuhuai hesitated for a while, then shook his head and refused: "No, Mammy is sick, I have to take care of her."

Jiang Wanyue was stunned for a moment, but then she felt very happy. That is to say, the Ye family tragedy was not as rumored by the outside world that there were no survivors. However, she was in the cold palace and could hardly protect herself, so naturally she had no idea about the situation in the Ye Mansion.

Perhaps, the "nanny" that Jian Yuhuai mentioned knew something.

Jiang Wanyue's eyes flickered, and she asked, "Then can you take me to see Madam? Can I take her to get treatment?"

Now that Jian Yuhuai was sure that Jiang Wanyue would not harm her, she nodded in trust.

After receiving Jian Yuhuai's affirmation, Jiang Wanyue wiped her tears happily and said, "Then wait for sister. We will take a carriage to find Nanny later."

Jian Yuhuai nodded obediently.

Jiang Wanyue stood up and walked to the carriage, and told the three people who were looking out, "Chunhe, settle the driver's bill, Yan Si will drive, and we will go to a place first."

The three of them did as they were told. After a moment, the coachman was driven off the carriage, and Jiang Wanyue went to bring Jian Yuhuai onto the carriage.

The group went to the place Jian Yuhuai mentioned.

After an incense stick of time, the carriage stopped in front of a dilapidated temple in the south of the city.

The temple was collapsed and dilapidated, with many spider webs, and a smell of corruption in the air.

Is this where my brother has been living for a while? Jiang Wanyue's nose was sore, and her hands couldn't help but tighten, but she forgot that her right hand was still holding Jian Yuhuai.

It wasn't until Jian Yuhuai hissed that Jiang Wanyue reacted. She looked guilty and said, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

Jiang Wanyue spread out Jian Yuhuai's hand and saw that the back of his hand was red. She bent down and blew on it.

Jian Yu swallowed the "it's okay" that was about to come out of his mouth, and felt that Sister Jiang was really a very gentle person. He just enjoyed it quietly.

"Sister, I'll take you in to see the nanny." Jian Yuhuai withdrew his hand when he felt less painful and walked into the temple.

Jiang Wanyue and her group followed the footsteps and walked behind the destroyed statue.

Behind the statue was a narrow room filled with dry straw. In a corner a layer of cloth was casually spread, on which lay an old woman with half-white hair. Her face was full of wrinkles, and she looked much older. She coughed occasionally.

Even so, Jiang Wanyue recognized that it was Nanny Jian who served her mother Yao. She covered her mouth in disbelief to prevent herself from crying out loud.

Nanny Jian sensed the movement and knew that Jian Yuhuai had returned, but there was more than one person walking. She asked weakly, "Huai'er is back? Are there any guests?"