Lady Yan remained silent.
After a long pause, she said in a low voice, "You only need to know, I won’t harm her."
ng Qianqian turned her face away. "Who knows that for sure?"
Lady Yan seed about to explain, yet she held back.
ng Qianqian said, "Lady Yan, considering you once treated my cold illness, I’ll offer you a word of advice: don’t keep working for Pri Minister Xun. There’s no good end in it."
Lady Yan laughed at herself. "My end was decided a long ti ago."
ng Qianqian gave her a side glance. "How long ago is ’a long ti ago’?"
Lady Yan said, "You don’t need to pry for answers from . I didn’t co to bring you news. My advice—take it or leave it."
ng Qianqian said, "I don’t care whether Thousand chanism Pavilion finds or not, because I’ll go find them."
Lady Yan frowned slightly. "What is it you want to do?"
ng Qianqian articulated each word with force. "Revenge."
Lady Yan’s face changed dramatically. "You..."
ng Qianqian continued, "Lady Yan, how long has it been since you last returned to Thousand chanism Pavilion?"
Lady Yan gazed at the crabapple blossoms in the courtyard, her thoughts drifting. "A long, long ti."
"I’ve asked enough questions."
ng Qianqian couldn’t entirely trust Lady Yan. Perhaps she truly bore no ill intentions, but there was no guarantee she wouldn’t bring trouble.
Questions like where Thousand chanism Pavilion had relocated or whether she had seen the two children from the Shang Family—ng Qianqian ultimately held back from asking.
ng Qianqian, along with Ban Xia, carrying tangerines, headed to Tinglan Courtyard.
As soon as they reached the entrance, they saw the old matriarch waving her arms frantically, rushing toward ng Qianqian.
"Qianqian! Qianqian, sothing terrible has happened!"
ng Qianqian quickly supported her. "Great-grandmother, what’s wrong? Please speak slowly."
The old matriarch was on the verge of tears. "The storybooks are gone! All gone!"
ng Qianqian asked, "Are they the ones Lin Xiaoru brought over the other day?"
Lin Xiaoru loved reading and was quite well-versed, collecting many storybooks. Knowing the old matriarch enjoyed them, she had picked a few to bring over.
"Yes!"
The old matriarch nodded, looking thoroughly aggrieved.
"How did they disappear?"
ng Qianqian asked.
The old matriarch gave a resentful reply, "Your daughter tore them up!"
ng Qianqian looked at the little figure peeking out from the corridor. "Zhaozhao."
Bao Shu solemnly shook her head. "No, didn’t tear them."
ng Qianqian’s gaze fell on the torn pages in her hand. "Then what’s that in your hand?"
Bao Shu imdiately hid her tiny hands behind her back.
ng Qianqian stepped forward. Her tone wasn’t harsh, but her expression carried a trace of sternness. "Tell Mother, why did you tear Great-grandmother’s books? Be honest, and I won’t punish you."
Bao Shu said innocently, "Wipe poop."
ng Qianqian froze.
Bao Shu pointed at the wolf cub. "It pooped."
ng Qianqian laughed. "It doesn’t need wiping."
Bao Shu said, "It does."
ng Qianqian spoke softly, "But you shouldn’t tear Great-grandmother’s books. You can use paper towels."
Bao Shu learned her lesson.
Fifteen minutes later, Bao Shu, carrying the wolf cub, went to Liu Qingyun’s room.
Liu Qingyun was sleeping in late, but suddenly felt a chubby little hand grabbing hers.
She didn’t need to guess—it was Bao Shu.
The little troublemaker often loved sneaking into her room; if she couldn’t wake Liu Qingyun, she’d quietly entertain herself elsewhere.
Liu Qingyun paid it no mind and continued sleeping.
But soon, she felt the little rascal gripping one of her fingers and pressing it against sothing soft and warm.
Then she rubbed it against sothing.
Liu Qingyun abruptly opened her eyes!
Bao Shu was earnestly using Liu Qingyun’s finger to wipe the wolf cub’s behind. "Finger, wipe poop."
Liu Qingyun: "...!!"
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And so, Bao Shu and the wolf cub were punished to stand in the corner, facing the wall in reflection.
But clearly, she had used the finger—why was she being punished again?
Bao Shu felt wronged, yet Bao Shu said nothing.
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