97. This time I'm really leaving.

"What's this?" The little dumpling was taking small bites of the dumpling, its cheeks puffed out like a little hamster.

"Your brother Xie is moving into his own residence tomorrow."

The little dumpling in her hand suddenly lost its appeal. She opened her eyes wide and looked aggrieved: "Why the duck?"

Marquis Beiding explained gently, “Uncle already has his own house and should return to his own residence. Besides, it is not proper for him to stay at the Marquis’s residence indefinitely.”

"Moon, don't thank your brother for leaving..." The little dumpling was very sad.

Jiang Xiyue hugged her daughter tightly, saying tenderly, "Silly child, it's not like your brother Xie isn't coming. We're both in the capital, so it's easy for us to visit each other."

“That’s different…” The little dumpling sniffed, but still couldn’t hold back her tears.

When the second brother saw his sister crying, he was so anxious that he scratched his head and said, "Don't cry, little sister. From now on, your older brother and I will play with you!"

"But Yue'er doesn't want Brother Xie to leave..." The little dumpling was still very sad.

Breakfast ended in a gloomy atmosphere.

The little dumpling ran out, sobbing, and headed straight for the courtyard where Brother Xie lived.

In the courtyard, Xie Wenling was organizing his book box.

Seeing the little girl burst in with red eyes, he instinctively put down what he was holding: "Why are you crying? Who bullied you?"

"Thank you, brother..." The little dumpling buried her face in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably, "Don't go, okay? Yue'er won't want to leave you..."

Xie Wenling squatted down and gently wiped away her tears with a handkerchief: "Why are you crying? It's not like I'm not coming back."

"But...but Yue'er will have to travel a very, very long way to see Brother Xie..." The little dumpling looked up, tears still clinging to her eyelashes.

Just like the little princess, the little prince, and the Grand Tutor, you can't see them whenever you want; you have to find the time.

"Brother Xie, please stay?" The little dumpling looked up, tears welling up in her eyes.

Xie Wenling's heart softened, and he almost agreed to let her stay.

But in the end, reason prevailed: "I promise you, I'll come to see you often from now on, okay?"

"No!" The little dumpling shook her head vigorously. "Yue'er wants to see Brother Xie every day!"

“Princess,” he knelt down and took out a plain handkerchief from his sleeve, “to wipe your face.”

"Brother Xie, do you really... really have to leave?" The little dumpling looked up, her eyes red like a little rabbit's.

Xie Wenling knelt before her and patiently explained, "Princess, I am now of legal age. If I continue to live in the Marquis's mansion, my colleagues in the court will laugh at me."

"They laughed at Brother Xie! They're bad!" The little dumpling, with its chubby cheeks, waved its little fists. "Moon, hit me!"

“Thank you for your protection, Princess,” he said, smiling as he listened to her childlike words. He paused, then added, “However, Princess, I cannot stay in the Marquis’s residence any longer, no matter what. I’m sorry.”

The little dumpling immediately wilted.

However, she was always well-behaved and sensible. Seeing that Xie Wenling was determined to leave, she did not cry or make a fuss. She just couldn't help but sniffle and suggested a replacement plan with a wronged expression: "Then... Brother Xie, take Yue'er with you too."

“Princess…” Xie Wenling said helplessly, “You are the daughter of a Marquis, how can you not live in the Marquis’s residence but in someone else’s?”

"Brother Xie is no stranger!" The little dumpling was so anxious that she was about to cry again.

"Don't cry, I'll pick you up from school every day, okay?"

"Really?" The little dumpling looked up at her tear-streaked face.

"Hmm," Xie Wenling reached out and touched her hair, "I even brought you some snacks."

The little dumpling stopped sobbing and cried, "I want...I want candy and cake..."

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Mini-theater:

Second brother: (urgently) My sister is crying! You have to think of something! (hammers)

Jin Qizhi: I want to solve this too, but I don't know how...

Second brother: (A sudden inspiration) What do you think, what if we kidnap him? That way he can stay with his sister forever.

Jin Qizhi: ? ? ?

Jin Qizhi: You're not even half as tall as a person. If he hits you on the head, you'll spin around three times on the spot. What can we use to kidnap you?

Second brother: Wow, that's so mean of you! (Looks for a notebook) I'm going to write this down...

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