"Try this."

Mu Zhaoyao pushed the pastries that the maid had just brought towards the children.

She would never say that she had someone specially find this for her.

Juanjuan thanked her sister and then took small bites of the food.

Her eyes lit up at the first bite; this was delicious.

It's not the dry, hard pastry of the pastry days; it's soft, sweet, and a little cool.

"Oh! This is..." Mu Zhaoyuan reached into the food box and took a piece: "Zhenxiulou's milk jelly? This is hard to get! I usually want some from you..."

Before Mu Zhaoyuan could finish speaking, she was forcibly stopped.

She looked at the milk pudding being stuffed into her mouth, and her cousin in front of her was gesturing for her to shut up.

Mu Zhaoyuan shrugged and obediently began to eat.

Forget it, I'm beholden to those who give me money, and I'll just keep quiet.

Ordinary children might not understand, but Juanjuan is smart!

Having been influenced by the cunning people in my family for a long time, I naturally know what these two older sisters mean.

"Thank you, Sister Yao Yao."

Juanjuan gave Mu Zhaoyao a bright and sincere smile.

"No need to thank me. I'll teach you something in a bit, but if you can't learn it, I won't teach you anymore."

As Mu Zhaoyao spoke, she didn't forget to personally pour a glass of water for the child and gracefully place it in front of the child.

Looking at the little guy in front of me, he was indeed as my sixth sister had said, very perceptive.

She rarely teaches others.

Mu Zhaoyao always strives to be the best, even in the case of the disciples she personally teaches.

"Sixth Miss, the young master has summoned you urgently."

An unfamiliar male voice rang out.

Curious, Juanjuan looked over and saw a tall, thin, and handsome young man standing not far away.

"Okay." Mu Zhaoyuan raised her hand and patted Juanjuan's little head: "Then I'll go ahead and get busy. You stay here with Sister Yaoyao."

"I'm entrusting the child to you!"

Mu Zhaoyuan walked up behind her cousin, placed her hands on her shoulders, patted her gently, and then quickly left.

Only Juanjuan, Mu Zhaoyao, and a maid standing to the side remained in the pavilion.

"You're almost five years old this year, right?"

Mu Zhaoyao asked.

Juanjuan immediately put down the pastries in her hand and replied seriously, "Yes, I was five years old when the harvest was done."

Mu Zhaoyao looked at the child who had suddenly sat up straight, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly.

Not bad, your family taught you quite well.

"Wasn't the sister who just left dashing, handsome, and brave?"

Juanjuan nodded.

Mu Zhaoyao continued, "The women of the Mu family are not bound by so many rules and regulations. Some of them are just as capable as men, and they are good at fighting on the battlefield. They seem carefree, but in this capital city, many people talk about them behind their backs."

"It's not their fault. Compared to ordinary daughters from aristocratic families, the Mu family girls are indeed somewhat different. Although they don't care about other people's opinions, but..."

"I just don't like those people who openly or secretly look down on the Mu family. Therefore, from a very young age, I knew that I had to become the most noble lady in the capital, someone who could crush what they were so proud of underfoot."

"I want to tell them that the daughter of the Mu family is the best at everything she does."

Looking at the child listening attentively to her, Mu Zhaoyao softened her voice: "And you? Why do you want to study, learn music, chess, calligraphy, and painting?"

Juanjuan was taken aback.

It seems that no one has asked her this question in detail yet.

"I want to...I want to become powerful so I can earn money and help my parents and brothers. I want them to think I'm useful too!"

Juanjuan is very honest; she says what she thinks.

Mu Zhaoyao tilted her head. Looking at it this way, she and this little guy seemed to have some similarities.

"You can make my cousin like you, and I think we're somewhat compatible too, so let's give it a try. Once I start something, I'll be very serious and responsible towards you, and I might be strict."

Juanjuan knew that the older sister in front of her was willing to teach her.

A happy smile graced her innocent little face: "Okay!"

Which teacher isn't formidable?

Being stricter is best.

"Let's go, I'll have someone prepare some clothes for you."