Aunt Wu quickly packed her luggage and went downstairs. One of the bodyguards took her suitcase away. She looked at the Duke, trembling, "Duke, I've been taking care of Miss Anning and young master Chenchen for the past few years. I beg you to take me to the Duke Mansion to continue looking after them."
Wei Anning was touched, but the Duke Mansion was a place where bones are not spared. She didn't want Aunt Wu to risk herself. She held Aunt Wu's hand, her eyes glistening with tears, "Aunt Wu, you stay here. Chenchen and I will be back soon."
"Miss Anning, young master Chenchen is used to eating the food I cook. Please let me go with you." Aunt Wu pleaded.
Wei Anning's eyes shimmered with tears. The scene was unbearably desolate, like a parting of life and death. Aunt Wu had been taking care of them for four years and had long been considered family. She nodded, "Alright, I'll take you. Aunt Wu, don't cry."
