Sikong Wuyou: "You know about An Bingfeng’s assassination attempt, right? He was poisoned this time!"

An Ning nodded, "I know, but shouldn’t his assassination be investigated by someone higher than you, a County Magistrate?"

It wasn’t that An Ning looked down on Sikong Wuyou, but in terms of rank, the gap between him and An Bingfeng was too vast. The investigation should be conducted by someone more senior.

"There’s more to it, and it’s hard to explain right now..." Sikong Wuyou didn’t mention that it was clear someone intended to use An Bingfeng’s case to trouble him, or rather, to suppress him due to displeasure.

However, the outcome of this suppression had long been decided.

As long as he bore the identity of Sikong Wuyou and was Ye Jiu’s son, neither the retired emperor nor the newly enthroned emperor would trouble him but instead protect him from the core.

As for his busyness during this time!

Someone was already trying to take action against him, and he couldn’t sit idly by, waiting for them to make the first move.

"If it’s hard to explain, then just forget about it." An Ning was only concerned about him and wasn’t obsessed with prying into certain matters.

Sikong Wuyou finally finished eating, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and said, "What about you? You didn’t come here just to find me, did you?"

An Ning smiled bitterly, and only then did she reveal her true purpose for coming.

In the eyes of others, An Bingfeng was undoubtedly the archetype of a scoundrel.

But this time, Sikong Wuyou didn’t rush to judge.

Looking at An Ning, Sikong Wuyou said, "In the past few days, I discovered some things about An Bingfeng. I just don’t know if you’re interested in hearing them..."

Sure enough, An Ning sneered, "I only came because I’m worried about my mother. An Bingfeng, to me, is at most a stranger with some blood relation. His affairs have nothing to do with me, and I’m not interested in knowing."

Sikong Wuyou: "But this matter might be related to why he abandoned you and your mother back then."

An Ning’s heart suddenly ached.

She suddenly recalled An Yu’s words that An Bingfeng had reasons for abandoning them back then.

Now, even Sikong Wuyou said that An Bingfeng had reasons for his actions back then.

Is it possible that he truly had no other choice but to abandon them?

An Ning didn’t know what emotions to harbor towards this matter.

If he truly had his reasons, should she forgive him?

If she forgave him, then what would all her past sufferings mean?

But in the end, An Ning still chose to learn the truth.

It turned out that An Bingfeng’s peculiar behavior over the years was due to his childhood experiences.

An Bingfeng was the legitimate son of the An Family, which, though merchants, had amassed some fortune.

Unfortunately, the head of the An Family, Lord An, An Ning’s biological grandfather, was a man who favored concubines over his wife.

Thus, even though An Bingfeng was the legitimate son, he was not favored from a young age. Instead, he was ostracized for certain reasons.

Even his biological mother took out all her frustrations on him because he couldn’t attract Lord An’s attention.

An Bingfeng was strong-willed from a young age. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been talented at such a young age and caught the eye of the then Prince of Jing, the future retired emperor, becoming part of his circle.