After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

But today, his mother put this opportunity in front of him again.

A chance to take it all back.

A chance to be yourself.

The chance to reclaim the life that was supposed to be his own.

He had no evidence, he liked his current life, he had no feelings for his biological mother in the palace, but he wanted to clear the name of his adoptive mother Shuang Ye.

Not for himself.

"Mother, I have no evidence."

Yan Yuanan repeated the sentence: "If you need, I can do it."

As soon as he said this, he immediately realized how cold and selfish he was.

Maybe it’s really an innate nature!

Back then, he was able to watch his adoptive mother being strangled to death by Wu Cai through the crack in the door without making a sound.

Now, knowing full well that his mother would not ask about this for no reason, he deliberately puts himself in a weak position, takes the moral high ground, and makes his mother feel guilty.

The so-called "no evidence" is just an excuse he made.

He kept firmly in mind the people and things that Shuangye had told him.

Even if there is no physical evidence, and many years have passed, there are so many people, there must be some clues left behind that can be traced, and one or two witnesses can be found.

Even if there is really no witness, as long as he tells his biological mother everything that Shuang Ye told him, she will naturally know the truth.

How could such a secret be known by any outsider?

When comparing the two details, the truth and falsehood are immediately revealed.

Yan Yuanan lowered his eyes, not daring to meet his mother's gaze.

He felt extremely ugly at this moment.

However, this is his nature and even he cannot control it.

From the moment he learned the truth about his life from his adoptive mother at the age of five, his character was determined.

"Yuan An."

Qin Yaoguang's voice was filled with natural concern, as if she had not noticed his little calculation at all, and she told him truthfully: "Your father is facing a difficulty right now, and your life experience will be the best opportunity to solve it."

Is there anything better than Yan Yuanan's background as a token of loyalty that Xie Shu needs Yan Changqing to provide?

It won't hurt anyone and will allow Yan Yuanan to take back his own life.

"So, I came to ask you as a mother."

Her eyes were gentle: "If you want, we can do it, with or without evidence."

Qin Yaoguang didn't know that Shuangye had told Yan Yuanan these details, as the original book's plot did not describe them in such detail.

But she knew how Yan Yuanan in the book took back what belonged to him step by step.

She stated her purpose frankly, and had no intention of treating Yan Yuanan as a child and making decisions for him directly.

Faced with this frankness, Yan Yuanan couldn't help but raise his head, his eyes full of confusion.

After a long while, he murmured, "Mother, you don't have to ask your son about this, right?"

He's still just a kid.

How can he stop the decision made by adults?

Qin Yaoguang smiled and said, "It has something to do with you, how could it be possible without your consent?"

"If you don't want to, just tell me. I will keep your background a secret and think of another way."

Yan Yuanan opened his eyes wide, feeling sour and bitter.

Gradually, my eyes were filled with tears.

He really didn't want to cry, but how could his mother do this?

"Hey! What happened?"

Qin Yaoguang was a little at a loss. How could she make the child cry while talking?

She squatted down and looked Yan Yuanan in the eye, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with a silk handkerchief, and coaxed him softly: "Yuanan, don't cry, you don't have to, I promise you."

Yan Yuanan shook his head, took a deep breath and said, "Mother, I am willing to do it."

"Ever since I saw the Fourth Prince on the night of the Lantern Festival, I have been thinking that God is so unfair to me."

"If I just happened to help my father, it would be great."

His mother's tenderness warmed his cold heart. He said this on purpose so that Qin Yaoguang would not have any psychological burden.

"really?"

Qin Yaoguang carefully studied his expression and said seriously, "Mother doesn't want to force you."

"of course it's true."

Yan Yuanan forced back his tears, his face full of seriousness: "My son knows something that may be able to help you."

Qin Yaoguang was slightly surprised to hear him say this.

The fact that he managed to find Yan Changqing and ask for shelter made her feel that this was beyond the ability of a child of a few years old.

Unexpectedly, he would still know what happened back then.

The mother and son sat down again, and Yan Yuanan repeated everything Shuang Ye had told him.

God knows how many times he repeated it in his mind for fear that he would forget.

Now, I finally have the chance to speak out.

And one day, his life story will be revealed to the world, and he will stand upright between heaven and earth.

No longer, incognito.

The young boy's immature voice echoed in this attic filled with books. His tone was calm, as if he was talking about a past event that had nothing to do with him.

It's so quiet that it's frightening.

It's even more heartbreaking.

Qin Yaoguang stretched out her hand to cover the back of his hand and comforted him softly: "It's all over, it will get better and better."

These children all have their own difficulties.

How could her heart not become motherly?

A quarter of an hour later, they left the library one after another.

Qin Yaoguang smiled and said to Yan Yuanan: "Yuanan's painting skills are getting better and better. No wonder your aunt Chunning praised you."

"But don't push yourself too hard. You don't have to treat everything as homework."

In her heart, no matter what his background is, he is still just a child.

At best, he can be considered a teenager.

Young people should enjoy the present time and not enter the adult world too early.

Yan Yuanan responded with a smile, but he didn't take it seriously.

The five children had long reached a consensus that they must grow up quickly so that they would have the strength to share their mother's worries.

No leisure.

Looking at his expression, Qin Yaoguang knew what he was thinking. He sighed quietly in his heart and said no more.

They have special backgrounds and are minor villains in the original book.

Even with her love now, how can I really be like an ordinary child?

All she can do is to guide them on the right path and prevent them from going astray.

Seeing them come back, Yan Shiyan secretly glanced at Yan Yuanan, and seeing that his eyes were red, he had something in mind.

At night, there was a gentle knock on Yan Yuanan's door.

Holding a pen, he opened the door for him, smiled and greeted him, then turned slightly to the room and said, "Second Young Master, it's the Third Young Master who's here!"

"Come on."

Yan Yuanan sat on a high-back chair made of carved huanghuali wood and soaked both feet in the brown-yellow medicinal soup.

He had trouble sleeping, so Qu Liang stopped giving him the pills he used to take and started soaking his feet in boiled herbs instead.

That pill is too harmful to the body. It can only provide a temporary relief and is very easy to become dependent on.

Now, he only needs to soak for about a quarter of an hour every night until he sweats slightly, and his sleep quality has greatly improved.