Wise n do not speak in dark riddles, and the Prince also didn’t have the ti to engage in charades with them.
Moreover, facing Old Man Ye and Mrs. He, he absolutely possessed the crushing superiority in both status and deanor. Therefore, these two people wouldn’t make him beat around the bush and play mind gas with them.
After the Prince left, Mrs. He slid down onto the ground, "It’s over, all is over. He indeed knows Little Jiujiu’s identity. What do we do if he insists on taking Little Jiujiu away?"
Ye Jiu was her beloved, her hope that sustained her all these years!
Old Man Ye still harbored a sliver of comfort, walked over, and helped Mrs. He up, saying, "Don’t fret, what’s ant to co will co, and besides, the Prince didn’t ntion taking the child away, did he? He even urged us to take good care of Little Jiujiu.
This shows that he isn’t thinking of taking Little Jiujiu away.
Perhaps, we are the only ones who treasure the child as a gem. The Prince, being of noble status, surely isn’t lacking children at ho. He may not necessarily want to fight with us over this!"
Old Man Ye’s comforting words were hard for Mrs. He to swallow, "Since he already knows about Little Jiujiu’s real identity, then why didn’t he talk about taking the child away? Could it be that he despises our Little Jiujiu for growing up in the mountains?
Our Little Jiujiu is so well-behaved, accomplished, and beautiful. What right does he have to despise her..."
Old Man Ye’s cheek twitched continuously, "So what do you think? Do you really want the Prince to say he’ll take the child for you to be happy?"
"I certainly do not. I wish Little Jiujiu could stay by my side forever." Mrs. He was obsessed with her daughter; in her heart, her daughter was the best and deserved to be fiercely coveted and cherished.
Old Man Ye sighed, "But you must not forget what the Prince said. He said he will not take the child away for now; it’s temporarily, not forever. Perhaps he’s just not in a position to take the child now, but later..."
The future, he dared not even think about it.
If the Prince truly intended to take their daughter, without a doubt, he wouldn’t even have the right to say no.
While Old Man Ye and Mrs. He were still worried about whether Ye Jiu might be taken away, they did not realize that all these words were overheard by Qingyue, who stood by the doorway.
With a doubtful mind, Qingyue glanced at the empty doorway, and noticing neither Old Man Ye nor Mrs. He saw her, she quietly retreated.
Ye Jiu was in the room practicing her calligraphy. The copybook she used was once brought by Sikong Mo, so though her handwriting was not yet very good, it was a great improvent over her forr scrawling style.
After finishing one page, Ye Jiu put down her brush and ink, then suddenly heard the voice of Serving Maid outside, "Madam, the young lady is inside practicing calligraphy. Should I go inform her?"
Before Qingyue could reply, Ye Jiu had already co over and opened the door, "Fourth Sister-in-law has co, please co in."
"Little Sister is practicing her writing? I hope I’m not disturbing you by coming at this ti," Qingyue said with a smile as she entered.
Ye Jiu said, "Of course not. My writing is so poor; I was hoping for Fourth Sister-in-law to give a few more pointers."
Ye Jiu’s words were sincere—despite the fact that Qingyue was previously just a maid serving Qing Li’s mother, she was skilled in martial arts and arts like music and calligraphy.
Although she couldn’t compare with the ladies from prominent families, she was certainly beyond compare with the village girls.
However, Qingyue’s visit this ti clearly wasn’t to discuss these matters with Ye Jiu.
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