"He will come back... General Zhong, he will definitely come back..."

"Mama Xiang..." Mingxi gritted her teeth, bearing the pain in her body as she turned to the side, her eyes filled with earnestness as she looked at her: "Why does Er Niang always hit Xia'er..."

He sobbed, tears streaming down his face. "Why doesn't anyone like Xier... Xier hasn't done anything wrong... she's not disobedient..."

Since he could remember, no one has ever liked him.

Everyone avoids him when they see him, and behind his back, they even throw stones at him.

He didn't have clean and decent clothes, nor had he eaten a full meal. The only person who was willing to take care of him was Aunt Xiang, who protected him when Second Sister scolded and beat him.

Mingxi had asked many times why he was being treated like this, but Shen Xiang just shook his head.

He would occasionally wake up in the middle of the night and find her sitting alone, crying.

His hoarse voice made Sheng Xiang burst into tears.

After Mingxi's biological mother died in childbirth, the master harbored a deep hatred towards him, always believing that his late wife died because of him. In addition, Mingxi's unique physical condition only added insult to injury.

His birth mother passed away, and he had a unique physique and low intelligence... With all of these factors combined, he became a "monster" in the Ming Prefecture.

Ever since Master married the second wife, Meng Ping, his situation has become even worse.

Meng Ping took advantage of the master's indifference towards Ming Xi, often causing trouble in the backyard. He would frequently beat and scold him, even instructing the kitchen staff to replace their already meager meals with leftovers.

In recent years, in order to prevent Mingxi from having those leftover and cold dishes, Shen Xiang could only secretly make some cloth shoes and clothing during his free time, and have someone sell them in exchange for money.

Mingxi is the young master of Ming Mansion. This title sounds prestigious when spoken out loud, but no one knows that he lives a life worse off even than the household servants.

Shen Xiang's all beautiful memories remain in the time when she served as the mother of Ming Xi and cared for Lady Huai Rou.

Xia Huairou had a mild and gentle temperament, understanding and considerate of others. Even when the servants made mistakes, she would speak gently and softly. Shen Xiang had never seen her lose her temper.

But such a pure and virtuous person died due to complications during childbirth.

Shen Xiang once detested Mingxi and believed that he was the one who caused the death of his wife.

But every time she thought of Xia Huairou's dying request, she felt a trace of tenderness towards Mingxi, who was still in swaddling clothes.

Especially as Mingxi grew up, her appearance became remarkably similar to her mother. Although she had the intelligence of a five-year-old child, she was well-behaved and never caused any trouble for Shen Xiang. This made Shen Xiang love and cherish her even more.

"No... Young Master is the most well-behaved... Young Master is always well-behaved."

She regained her senses and gently stroked Mingxi's head.

The translation of the Chinese novel paragraph you provided is: "The people who antagonize the young master from an early age are definitely not well-behaved. They are all bad people, the young master keeps his distance from them."

Mingxi pouted in distress, clutching the blanket with both hands, and softly asked, "Can Aunt Xiang sing a little song for Xier?"

His whole face was freezing white, and his shoulders trembled nonstop. "Xier... Just listened to a little tune, and fell asleep..."

Shen Xiang nodded, reaching out to lightly pat the bedding, and hummed the nursery rhyme song that she had sung to Mingxi from a young age.

Mingxi's eyelids gradually drooped, as if she had fallen asleep or drifted into unconsciousness.

Shen Xiang hurriedly checked his breath to make sure he was fine. After watching over him for an hour, she also dozed off, feeling a little tired.

Late at night, just before midnight, Mingxi suddenly developed a high fever. Shen Xiang was awoken by his feverish muttering.

"Don't hit Xier...! No...please... sob..."

"Mother... Xia'er... is not disobedient..."

He called out hoarsely for his mother, his body trembling violently almost convulsively.

Shen Xiang suddenly realized something was wrong, so he lightly touched his forehead and inwardly thought, "This is bad."

She lifted the covers and saw that Mingxi's wounds were oozing dark blood, her skin was burning red, and her face was pale and lifeless, with colorless lips.

On such a bitterly cold day, being in a simple and cold room, and having a high fever at this moment is tantamount to seizing his life.