"How did madam find out?"
Feng Yun looked at her.
"You've been serving by my side; there's no need to feel embarrassed about anything you want to say, except for your brother..."
Xiaoman touched her nose awkwardly and smiled, "Madam is wise. It's just that I wish to keep Yansheng here."
Seeing Feng Yun's silence, she added more earnestly, "Yansheng is young, still ignorant, and as they say, one learns to be good by following good people, and to dance with ghosts and deities by following a sorcerer... I'm afraid that staying with my father in the Feng Family, he'll pick up bad habits."
Xiaoman's mother had passed away, and this brother held a place in her heart. Moreover, Jin Yansheng, the child, looked smart; he seldom spoke, but he was nimble and industrious in his work. Feng Yun observed that his character was quite similar to Xiaoman's.
She said, "If you want to keep him here, then let him stay, but one thing..."
Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat.
"Please speak, madam."