After becoming pregnant, the cold-hearted nobles all went mad.

Shen Lingyi was unaware of why Shen Su had returned to the battlefield.

After all, she had been devoured by snakes before her parents died, and even her remains were nowhere to be found. Her father, due to injuries sustained in his early years, had not been able to go into battle for a long time.

"Your daughter just wants you all to be well." Shen Lingyi nestled in her arms.

Jiang felt a sharp pain in her heart, and a sour feeling welled up inside her.

Shen Lingyi is a little tyrant. She's not afraid of anything, even if the sky falls, because she knows her parents will support her. She never needs to worry about these things.

Her face gradually darkened; she must have suffered some injustice at the hands of the old lady.

Indeed, the old lady is so biased, to such an extent, who wouldn't feel wronged? It's truly a hardship for her Yi'er.

"Fine, let them go if they want. Just bring more people with them."

Shen Lingyi nuzzled her cheek, like a cat that had just caught a fish, trying to please her: "I knew it, Mother is the best to me..."

"All you do is act cute with your mother."

"I like my mom!"

Shen Lingyi whispered, "Then, Mother, I'll ask you to talk to Father. It would be best to do so after I leave tomorrow morning, otherwise I'm afraid he'll stop me from leaving the manor."

"You've been waiting for me here."

The next day.

Shen Lingyi's carriage quietly left the mansion and embarked on the road to Xiangguo Temple.

In December, the maple leaves in the suburbs were even hotter than fire. She was afraid of the cold, so even though she wore a fox fur coat, she still needed to use a hot water bottle to feel better.

Sitting inside the carriage, even the breath I exhaled was white.

"The world is starting to fall into chaos," Peony said worriedly, lowering the curtain. "On the way here, we were almost swept away by a mob of refugees. Where did these refugees come from? Is no one in the prefectures and counties doing anything about it?"

Shen Lingyi's eyes flickered; she hadn't expected the important part to be coming so soon.

There's a story in the storybook where a plague breaks out in Liangzhou. Shen Tingjiao had just taken in a beggar doctor, so she had the little beggar save people. The little beggar's prescriptions saved many people, and her reputation spread throughout the capital.

Everyone says that Shen Tingjiao is a goddess who descended to earth to save people from suffering.

During that period, Shen Lingyi was almost universally hated, simply because she "bullied her elder sister." All the evil deeds she had committed were returned to her a thousandfold.

At home, people threw eggs at the door; when I went out, everyone shouted at me to go out. I was treated like a rat in the street for a long time.

However, since Shen Lingyi already knows what will happen next...

Then this time, it's her turn to be the goddess!

Xiangguo Temple is located on Qushan Mountain, and the road up the mountain is difficult to travel. Even the most experienced driver has to be extremely cautious.

"Stop." Halfway there, a voice suddenly came from inside the carriage, low and melodious, like the song of a nightingale.

The driver was taken aback: "Miss, we haven't arrived yet."

The carriage stopped shortly afterward. Shen Lingyi's expression remained unchanged, but she instructed Shaoyao, "When we get back, find me a different coachman."

She doesn't need disobedient servants.

"Miss, what are we doing here?" Peony followed her forward, and this aimless walking made her more and more curious about Shen Lingyi's purpose.

Shen Lingyi did not answer until she reached the mountainside, at which point she stopped.

Ahead was a thatched hut, a soup kitchen set up by the monks of Xiangguo Temple. Refugees had been pouring in for several days, but the capital's control was very strict, so these people couldn't get in and could only wander around outside the city like lost souls.

The abbot of the temple was a kind-hearted man. He pitied these refugees who were forced to leave their homes, so he sent monks to distribute porridge to them every day.

As soon as I approached the grass hut, I saw a small, weak figure being kicked out.

"Get lost! You little punk, you dare try to steal from me? Get lost if you don't want to get beaten to death!"

Shen Lingyi retorted in a delicate voice, "How dare you be so insolent in front of me!"

The man saw a young girl approaching, and before she even got close, he was dazzled by her noble aura. The dangling pearl tassels and the finest fox fur all indicated her high status.

Not to mention that when Shen Lingyi left the manor, Madam Jiang was afraid that she would encounter an accident on the way, so she specially asked her to bring the guards she had raised with her.

Beside her stood a man in silver armor, his hand intimidatingly resting on the sword at his waist, gazing silently at the restless refugees not far away.

He had been following behind Shen Lingyi. He hadn't shown himself before because it wasn't necessary, but he suddenly appeared now to prevent the refugees from taking her hostage for their own gain.

"I have some connection with the abbot of Xiangguo Temple. You are grateful to him for distributing porridge, yet you dare to bully the weak here. You are truly shameless."

"Feng Ren, do exactly the same thing he did to that little beggar!"

Shen Lingyi pointed at the man, her charming face uttering the most unreasonable and domineering words.

Feng Ren didn't even twitch an eyebrow.

The next second he kicked the man in the knee. The man screamed in pain and fell to his knees. He grabbed the man by the collar and swung him away. After he finished, he returned to Shen Lingyi's side in silence, like a shadow.

The man's pitiful appearance frightened the refugees so much that they dared not have any designs on her.

Shen Lingyi was already used to Feng Ren's skills.

These were guards that the Jiang family had obtained from their maternal grandparents' family. The Jiang family was originally a very wealthy family, and in order to prevent anyone from coveting their wealth, they kept a group of highly skilled guards.

It's just that Madam Jiang left in such a hurry back then that she didn't think about getting a few guards. It was only after repeatedly being thwarted by the old lady that she finally learned her lesson and decided to add a few more guards for herself.

Feng Ren was the most outstanding among them, and he was about the same age as Shen Lingyi. He had been taking care of her since she was a child.

If it weren't for Shen Lingyi's foolish act of driving her away in the original story, Shen Tingjiao wouldn't have been able to do anything to her.

Having learned her lesson, Shen Lingyi was never hesitant to praise him when the time was right. She patted Feng Ren on the shoulder and said crisply, "Good Feng Ren, I'll give you a raise when we get back!"

Feng Ren lowered his eyes, a hint of tenderness flashing in his indifferent gaze: "It was merely my duty as a subordinate."

"Excuse me, sister, could I pick up a piece of steamed bun? I'm so hungry."

The steamed bun rolled to Shen Lingyi's feet, where an eight or nine-year-old boy watched them cautiously.

"You want to eat this?" Shen Lingyi frowned. The steamed bun had fallen on the ground and was dirty. How could anyone eat this?

The little beggar's eyes gleamed with intense hope: "I want to eat! It's still edible, it's a bit dirty, but I don't mind!"

Shen Lingyi kicked the steamed bun away in disgust. "What are you eating? Is this even fit for human consumption?"

The little beggar was stunned, and tears of despair welled up in her eyes. Then she heard her say to the maid:

"Peony, go and bring me the food I brought. Your young lady is hungry."

Peony paused for a moment, looked at the little beggar, and seemed to understand something: "...This servant will go right away."

The red sandalwood box was opened, revealing snow-white pastries arranged on a platter, adorned with a few osmanthus blossoms. The delicate fragrance of the flowers filled the air, making one's mouth water.

The little beggar swallowed hard, unable to contain his saliva.

But they dared not say they wanted it.

He was slow-witted and wouldn't fight back when someone hit him, but his master told him while he was still alive that if he encountered such an important person traveling with him, he should stay far away.

Because in the eyes of the powerful, they are not human beings, but livestock that can be killed at will.