The two holding Lin Jinshu's hands immediately felt him tremble.
"Little brother?" Jiang Yingcheng turned back, her voice bewildered.
[Was little brother cold?]
Fang Siwan, however, knew perfectly well what had caused Lin Jinshu's reaction.
She did not dare turn back to look at him.
Although she had long since learned what Fang Yiwan was plotting from the little girl's thoughts, she had never heard that Jinshu had spent these past few years living like this!
He was still so little, so tender, at an age when he needed his mother's care and love. Yet because of Fang Yiwan's selfish desires and her own moment of cowardice, she had condemned him to being shunned by the entire Mansion for so long!!
She hardly dared imagine how desperate and helpless her Jinshu must have felt whenever he was alone after suffering such treatment.
Fang Siwan felt as though someone were holding a knife to her heart, cutting into it again and again.
In her daze, she seemed to hear someone stifle a sob.
Jiang Yingcheng was utterly stunned: [Oh heavens, little brother was so cold he cried!!]
Her hands moved swiftly. She let go of Lin Jinshu's little hand and began undoing the cloak draped over her shoulders.
Before she could undo all the fastenings, Fang Siwan bent slightly on his other side, reached out with both arms, and scooped Lin Jinshu up.
Fang Siwan instructed Qingbi to unfasten her robe for her and wrapped Lin Jinshu snugly in it. Only then did she turn to Jiang Yingcheng with a smile. "Could we trouble our dependable Princess Chengcheng to take good care of herself?"
Jiang Yingcheng nodded vigorously. "Of course!"
She was absolutely delighted: [Yay, yay, yay! Little brother and Mother Consort were getting closer and closer!]
Leaning against Fang Siwan's