This guy is not Ma Chao

  Old Dad's fists were tightly clenched.

  Her eyebrows were knitted together.

  "Was Bian Zhang really killed by Han Sui?"

  He seemed to be asking questions, but more like talking to himself.

  "I should have thought of it earlier, I should have thought of it earlier."

  He muttered to himself and raised his head.

  I lay on the bed and could no longer see his face and eyes.

  Old man, actually I also killed Han Xi's little son...

  I secretly thought in my heart, but I didn't dare to tell him at this moment. I hope Han Sui won't find out immediately and come seeking revenge with his troops tomorrow.

  "The two young ladies were frightened, Zhao Cheng, you arrange their accommodation immediately." Ma Teng's father lowered his head and thought for a moment before adding, "Just clean up that room." There was even a hint of sadness on his face.

  I immediately understood that "that room" referred to my mother's old residence. This empty space has been for four years, and even we few family members rarely enter it, so I haven't instructed the servants to clean it frequently either.

  When I think of my mother, I often run out of town alone and sit in front of that mound of earth.

  The earth and mud in this tomb were dug out by my own hands.

  My thoughts had just begun to wander when they were abruptly pulled back.

  That sister pulled the younger sister and with a "pu" sound knelt under the bed, prostrating herself to say: "Ten thousand requests General Young Master to forgive the slave's crime of telling lies. The slave's sisters are not the biological daughters of Lord Bian, but only maidservants in the Bian Manor! When Han Zei launched a surprise attack at that time, except for my two sisters who barely escaped with their lives, no one else survived."

  "Huh?!" My dad and I were both shocked, but in vastly different ways. Dad was slightly surprised that the two little girls had nothing better to do than deceive people; while I was somewhat astonished and annoyed - this little girl seemed gentle and considerate, yet she lied right in front of me and made my butt ache for half a day!

  A surge of furious killing intent burst forth in my heart: You little brat, you dare to deceive even me, Young Master! You're really asking for death! Did you think that just because I'm young and handsome, kind-hearted and pure, you could bully me? Just wait and see what happens to you!

  The more I think about it, the more ashamed I am: what a loss of face! I'm so embarrassed! As an old man who's already fourteen years old this life and twenty-three or four years in my previous life, I'm not young anymore. In my whole life, I've been diligent, honest, and sincere, never thinking about how to cheat or deceive others. Who would have thought that now I'd be deceived by a little girl who's just ten years old and hasn't even fully developed physically?!

  I slapped the bed board with a "slap" and got up, scaring my elder sister in the room.

  "Ouch!" Just as I was about to speak, a burning pain spread across my buttocks. Can't even touch the bed? I quickly turned over again, lying back down on the bed, sucking in cold air with a "hiss". This feeling is nothing like riding a horse, it's more like being flogged three hundred times!

  "I, a humble servant, dare to deceive the young general only to protect my sister's life," the girl said with her entire body prostrated on the ground, speaking respectfully and knocking her head heavily on the floor, "I beg of you, young general, to spare me."

  "Mercy?" For some reason, this feeling made me extremely disgusted. I turned my body sideways and looked at the two sisters kneeling on the ground. In my heart, I had a lot of ideas. The moment to test my ability had finally arrived. This young master must complete the plan to capture the two girls with ease and a smile! If these two little girls didn't say they were the daughters of Bian Zhang, that old dead ghost, but instead changed their tone to beg me, I would definitely not even ask questions and directly pick one up in each hand and take them home. What's the point of this now?!

  But of course, this is something that can never be said out loud. I am now a straightforward and kind lieutenant general who has just been deceived by others. It's just that in order to get more benefits, it really requires me to put in more effort.

  "General?" The young lady waited for a moment, but didn't wait for an answer. She slightly lifted her head and met my gaze, my big eyes staring straight at her without blinking. For some reason, two faint red clouds flew onto her small face.

  She hastily lowered her eyelids, avoiding my passionate and gentle gaze. But, although she was dressed in tattered clothes from head to toe, this shy girl looked incredibly lovely and charming!

  I blinked, lifted my chin with my hand, and was racking my brains to think of a way to trick the two little girls into becoming my personal maids when I saw the girl on the ground lift her head again and say in a low voice: "The slave sisters are willing to be the young general's servants for life, but they are afraid that the young general will despise their rough hands and feet and not accept them..."

  Those sparkling eyes, the pretty face with a hint of red cloud, the thin yet moist cherry lips, the delicate and slender collarbone, the slender waist that can be grasped, every part shows that this is not an ordinary girl, all deeply moving me, I believe that with some cultivation, these two people on earth will surely become a pair of sisters who can topple cities.

  This is great, I don't have to worry about how to trick the girl into coming over anymore, she's willing to come on her own. And I don't have to pretend to be a good person either. I was secretly delighted, but then my old man chimed in: "Cough cough, this isn't a matter of whether or not to forgive, it's just that the Korean bandits' power is too strong now, and no one can stop them in Western Liang. Ever since the city of Guzang was ambushed four years ago, it hasn't been a peaceful place either." He let out a faint sigh, clearly worried.

  "My sister and I have already lost our home, the entire Liangzhou is no longer a place we can call our own. If you, General, are unwilling to take us in, I fear that even if the world were vast, there would be no place for my sister and me to stand... All I ask is that you, General, have mercy on my young and helpless sister, and spare us one thread of life!" The little girl wept and wailed, prostrating herself at her father's feet, as tears flooded the ground, filling the entire room with a sorrowful atmosphere.

  The old man seemed to think of something, scratched his head and was about to speak, I hastily preempted him saying: "Bian Zhang and Father are old friends, unfortunately he was harmed by a villain, the dependents and servants in his household, my Ma family should also take care of them. Hmm? What do you say, Father?"

  "Of course, it should be so," Father nodded in agreement and waved his hand casually: "Han Sui is cruel by nature, heaven will not forgive him. Since you have been maids before, just stay for the time being and take care of some things here. If you want to leave and find another way out, the Ma family will not stop you." This last sentence was probably what every master would say when recruiting servants, but even though doing chores in a big household is lowly, at least there's food on the table, who would think of leaving?

  "Thank you, Master, for taking me in. I will serve Young Master for the rest of my life." As soon as Father agreed, this sister's mouth was very obedient and quickly changed her address, pulling her younger sister to kowtow several times.

  "Did I tell you who to serve?" Old Dad suddenly came back to his senses and asked strangely.

  The girl's face quickly turned red: "It was a slave, it was a slave's wild idea..."

  "Since you've thought it through, then suit yourself. Anyway, Chao Er is not young anymore, so arranging a small task for Ya Huan is also suitable. But can you still handle tasks like dressing and pouring water?" Old Dad was considerate of my intentions, but didn't forget to ask a couple of questions about the domestic worker's skills.

  It's a good thing nobody asked you to take the "Dressing Level Qualification Certificate" 1-8 levels, or the "Tea Pouring Level Qualification Certificate" professional 1-8 levels.

  The little girl nodded hastily and replied, "Don't worry, master. I used to serve the lady of the border before, my hands and feet are very nimble, I will definitely take good care of young master."

  Old master, ah choo, it's old dad Ma Teng nodded and turned his head to Zhao Cheng behind him: "Remember to arrange it."

  Then he looked at me with a slightly strange and mysterious gaze, turned around and walked out.

  "It seems like I accidentally killed someone named Han Zhong while saving them..." I muttered under my breath.

  The old man's body suddenly stopped, his feet standing on both sides of the threshold.

  He didn't look back.

  My heart skipped a beat: I knew that my reckless behavior would likely destroy the brief peace that the Ma family had endured for years.

  He still didn't turn around.

  He burst out laughing suddenly.

  Laughed extremely happily.

  It's been four years since Mother passed away, and I haven't heard him laugh so loudly until now.

  "Good kill! Good kill!"

  He burst out of the door with a loud laugh, his robust body seeming to fill the entire sky and earth, appearing even more majestic in my eyes.

  I'm starting to get fed up with this old man.