Sheng Ling said, gritting his teeth and walked past Sheng Bian Mo, wanting to help A Yan up, but he was stopped by Sheng Bian Mo as soon as he walked two steps past Sheng Bian Mo.
Sheng Ling frowned, raised her head and stared at him, very dissatisfied with being disciplined like this.
Shengbian Mo glanced at her lightly and said, "You have grown up now and don't listen to my brother anymore."
"Ling'er is willing to obey, but you can't blindly listen to my brother. Why do you torture people in my house to extract confessions for no reason?" Sheng Ling looked at him with red eyes and a stubborn look on his face.
"Whether he is Li Yu or not, it is a fact that he lives in your princess's mansion. Why can you meet him and why can he live in your princess's mansion? Ling'er, have you forgotten how you were deceived by Li Yu in the first place? ?”
Shengling turned around and looked at Ayan, who had fallen on the ground and unconscious at some point. She pursed her lips tightly and said, "He didn't take the initiative to run up to me and let me see him. It was me who met him. Moreover, the reason why Ayan lived in the Princess Mansion was because he was bullied in the theater. I couldn't stand it, so I asked him to come to the Princess Mansion. He has been following the rules for a while, and he has never transgressed in the slightest. It’s different from Li Yu!”
Shengbian Mo stared at his sister calmly for a while and asked calmly: "Then tell me, why did you bring him back to the princess' mansion? You don't know who he looks like."
Sheng Ling's eyelashes trembled, and she looked away with some flickering eyes. She couldn't answer Sheng Bianmo's question for a while.
But just because she didn't speak, it didn't mean that Sheng Bian Mo would just give up. Sheng Bian Mo looked at her and continued: "In the final analysis, it's still because of Li Yu, right?"
"Brother..." Sheng Ling's eyes were red, and she wanted him to stop talking, because when she heard those two words coming out of Sheng Bianmo's mouth, her heart throbbed violently, making her I didn’t dare to see Ayan for a while.
But Sheng Bianmo wanted to force her to face the truth, "Do you like this kid?"
Sheng Ling lowered his head, and all his remaining momentum was gone. He could only deny it: "I... didn't."
"If not, why keep him with you?"
"I..." Sheng Ling's heart gradually became chaotic. She bit her lip and said, "Brother, this is my own business."
"Brother, I also hope you are well. You have never been wronged since you were a child, but you only let that person bully the little princess who holds your brother and your father, queen and mother in your heart. Do you think I can rest assured that you will fall into it again?" once?"
Sheng Ling lowered his head, tears fell silently, and said softly: "I won't... fall into it again."
"I'll let him go. You can do whatever you want with him. I can stop making trouble for him, but he can't go back to the princess mansion." Sheng Bianmo made his final request to Sheng Ling.
Sheng Ling nodded gently. She knew that it was good for her brother to give in this step.
The people below helped carry A Yan out and brought her to the carriage. Sheng Ling wanted to go back to the princess's house first, but when she thought of her brother's words, she finally gritted her teeth and asked the housekeeper to help find a place to stay and send A Yan there.
Sitting on the carriage road, Sheng Ling looked out the window with a dazed expression. What lingered in her mind was the sadness and joy that Li Yu brought to her, as well as Ayan's most direct and silent smile.
She suddenly felt something moving beside her, turned around and saw Ayan sitting up from the couch slowly.
"Ayan... how are you?"
Ayan was probably in too much pain and couldn't sit up straight, so she could only lean against the back of the car. He looked at Sheng Ling, looking at her quietly, with a hint of confusion and grievance.
After a while, he stretched out his hand and took out the notebook from his arms with great difficulty. His fingers were stained with blood and trembling, and he slowly wrote down a sentence.
(End of chapter)