Today, Ning Qing was lounging around in her own yard as usual, just like a lazy bum.

At this moment, she was lying under a big tree on a small couch. Behind her, a handsome man was gently fanning her, another sat beside her pouring her wine, and a young handsome man was playing the zither to entertain himself.

Two handsome young men were also engrossed in playing chess.

Ning Qing watched all this and silently praised the little brat in her heart.

Ning Qing: Little kitten, look at this, raising a well-behaved and filial little cub is such an important thing. He wants me to drown in this gentle paradise.

System: Hmm, as long as you do your job well and protect the target, you will spend your life in a sweet and gentle environment.

The system was happy to see all of this happen, and loved seeing this scene of fatherly love and filial piety.

This is the correct way to do it.

Something must have gone wrong in the previous world to affect the later ones...

The past is too painful to recall, and the system doesn't want to remember the overflowing percentage of affection points.

Ning Qing agreed with the kitten's words. Just thinking about how each little brat in every dimension would send her handsome men to cheer her up, and how all sorts of different kinds of handsome men would surround her, made her happy.

She wouldn't do anything to the handsome young men, but having good-looking men to look at every day could still make her feel happy.

System: Host, are you going to abandon the original owner's wish and mission?

The system was still somewhat worried; those people didn't seem reliable.

You can't blame it for judging people by their appearance; it's just that those people didn't seem reliable at all.

Ning Qing: We'll talk about it later. I have a dutiful son, and I believe nothing can stump him.

system:……

I was speechless.

Is it a blessing or a curse for the mission objective to have such a host?

The system didn't want to continue the conversation and quietly went to sharpen its claws in the corner.

At this moment, Huan'er walked in, holding a letter in her hands and handed it to Ning Qing.

Ning Qing didn't take it, and waved for the others to disperse.

Seeing this, everyone wisely walked away.

He raised an eyebrow, gesturing for Huan'er to look.

Huan'er opened the envelope with a helpless expression and began to read the letter.

"This letter was written by the eldest son himself. He saw you being dragged away last time, and after making some inquiries, he learned that the person was the fourth son of the Marquis's family. He was very worried about the young master's situation here and wanted to take the young master home. He asked for your opinion. He is currently staying at the Changlai Inn."

After Huan'er finished speaking, she looked at Ning Qing with longing eyes, her face practically screaming: I want to go, I want to go.

Ning Qing stared at Huan'er, thinking to herself: Something's not right with this little girl! Could it be that she's taken a liking to my crybaby older brother?

The thought of her older brother crying made Ning Qing lose all desire to go find him.

It wasn't that she found it annoying; on the contrary, the crybaby's weak appearance really stirred up her protective instincts. She just didn't know how to deal with it.

Huan'er felt a little uneasy when she saw her young master looking at her with suspicion.

I wonder if the young master has already guessed my little secret.

Her cheeks flushed red, whether from embarrassment or anger, and she gradually lowered her head, not daring to look at Ning Qing.

Seeing her like this, Ning Qing became even more certain of her thoughts.

"It's normal for a young girl to fall in love for the first time. There's no need to be ashamed or embarrassed. My older brother should be a good match for her."

Upon hearing this, Huan'er, disregarding her embarrassment and anger, glared at Ning Qing and hurriedly waved her hand, saying, "No, it's not what you think, young master. How could this servant dare to presume upon the eldest young master's thoughts?"

Ning Qing was even more puzzled.

“This servant…this servant…this servant is fond of the young master’s servant, Fukuda.”

He hurriedly finished speaking and ran away.