Chapter 118 How did she become the master’s wife?

Qian Fanji stared indifferently at the small figures that were getting farther and farther away, and moved the corners of his eyebrows slightly. Zhuye has never liked to have much contact with people since he was a child, especially girls. How could Zhuye be so close to him in just half a day?

Is this blood relationship?

Ye Qianning didn't want to stay with Qian Fanji any longer, but was afraid that Qian Zhuye would talk nonsense without thinking, so he turned around and left.

"You almost died just now." Sang Zhi blocked her way.

"Know."

"I know you still mess with him."

"Provoke? Am I wrong?" Ye Qianning asked.

"Although what you said makes sense, sometimes people shouldn't be too blunt."

"You want me to lie?"

"Of course not." Sang Zhi immediately shook his head.

Ye Qianning tilted his head, looking puzzled.

"I'm not asking you to lie, but you're still too young to understand many things. From now on, you have to stay away from Brother Seventh when you see him. Do you understand?" Sang Zhi felt that even if he explained it to her, she might not understand.

"No, I won't. I'll ask my dad to teach me how to wield a sword, and see who dares to throw me away." Ye Qianning pinched her waist with her hands, puffing out her cheeks indignantly.

Sang Zhi frowned deeply.

"Miss Xiang, if you want to show off your sword skills, take me with you." Qian Zhuye caught up again.

“…”

This child is haunting.

"He is the prince. If you touch him, you, your father and even the Xiang family may die. If you want your father to be well, don't attend this class. Besides, you are young and you won't understand the profound explanations of the teacher." Sang Zhi preached patiently.

"So what if he's a prince?"

If not, I can just secretly poison and kill him in the future.

Qian Zhuye echoed with admiration: "Miss Xiang is truly courageous."

"Hey, what are you doing--!" Sang Zhi had never seen such a difficult-to-teach child.

"Okay, I know. Let's not talk about him anymore. It's time for lunch. Why don't we go eat first?" Ye Qianning stepped forward and grabbed him.

Sang Zhi was led forward by her, feeling helpless and worried that his seventh brother would never give up.

"Take me with you." Qian Zhuye started the chase.

The cafeteria of the academy was quite far away, so Ye Qianning dragged Sang Zhi along for more than ten minutes. When they were almost there, a young man blocked their way.

"Madam, the dean asked me to call you to have lunch." The young man bowed and looked up.

Grandma?

Ye Qianning: “…”

How did she become the master's wife?

Sang Zhi: “…”

"Mrs. Madam? How can this be so disrespectful?"

Qian Zhuye: “…”

Is he hallucinating?

"Master? Do you want me to carry you over?" Seeing Ye Qianning silent, the boy asked again.

"Ahem... no need. I'll go to the cafeteria with them." Ye Qianning was a little embarrassed: "Don't call me Grandma."

"According to seniority, I should call you Grandma Shi."

"Don't worry about seniority, just call me Ye Qianning."

"No, no, etiquette cannot be abandoned."

"You're calling me old, I'm only six years old." "Grandma is worse than aunt..."

"You are the direct disciple of the dean. You have performed the apprenticeship ceremony and drank the disciple tea. According to seniority, you should call me grandma." The young man insisted.

Ye Qianning was helpless. The boy was a good person, but he was very stubborn.

Sang Zhi's face was surprisingly colorful. Did the dean accept the fat boy as his personal disciple?

Qian Zhuye was shocked and very surprised, but most of all he understood.

No wonder Miss Xiang was so arrogant when she enrolled in school. It turns out she is Dean Chen’s direct disciple.

The "Senior Sister" Master Zhang just called was her, right?

(End of this chapter)