However, when he got there, he learned that Wang Cong had not been home for many years. His wife, Shen Lan, died from postpartum exhaustion. His mother, Li Shi, worked the fields to support her grandson and died of an illness after falling during spring plowing.,The villagers didn't know what the concept of the Marquis Zhenyuan was, they only knew that he was very high-ranking and in charge of all the troops in Datong Prefecture. 。Those spiteful aunts and uncles all changed their faces, vying for Wang Yanqing, even trying to get him to change his words and bring their own daughters over. 。Although Wang Yanqing was only seven years old, life had already taught him the warmth and coldness of human nature, how to read people's expressions and intentions. 。He left nothing behind for those so-called relatives, and silently followed Fu Yue's army to an unknown Beijing city. 。At that time, I didn't know what kind of world I was going into. 。I knew there were rich and poor people, farmers and those with different social standings, but I didn't expect the gap between classes to be so vast. 。After entering Xuanwu Gate, everything along the way was beyond imagination. I felt dizzy as the carriage turned left and right, finally arriving at a majestic and imposing mansion. 。When Wang Yanqing got off the carriage, she was so frightened by the scene before her that she couldn't utter a word, nor dare to take another step. 。A grand household, majestic even in silence, with attendants bowing and bustling about. Even a random maid here was better dressed than the village head's wife. 。,The bystander changed his attitude and flattered him, saying: "Second Master, this is the orphan adopted by the Marquis..." 。He stared for a long time, as if finally remembering something, and asked, “What’s your name”“Reporting to the Second Master, Wang…” “I didn’t ask you” 。"With a faint glance at the servant, Nian gave Wang Yanqing a slight nod. "Let him speak," 。Although it hasn't been introduced yet, Wang Yanqing already understands the situation. 。Lowering her head, she meekly replied, "Lord Wang Yanqing, I am at your service." 。It seems rare to have met a same-aged person, who personally brought me to meet the Marquis of Zhenyuan. 。Only then did Wang Yanqing realize that the guide was Fu Yue's grandson, Fu Tingzhou. 。Although everyone called him "Second Master," as the only surviving male descendant among his generation, he was already tacitly accepted as the heir apparent. 。The Zhenyuan Hou Mansion was so lively because it was Fu Tingzhou's birthday that day. 。Later, Fu Tingzhou would always joke that Wang Yanqing was a birthday present from heaven. He had been feeling unwell and came out to clear his head, taking a turn and seeing Wang Yanqing right there. 。Fu Yue was very happy to see Wang Yanqing. Wang Cong was about the same age as Fu Yue's son and was clever and likable. He had always thought of Wang Cong as his child in his heart. 。Unexpectedly, Wang Cong's son turned out to be as cold and elegant as ice and snow, not at all like his father Wang Cong who was mischievous. 。。