Chapter 23 You Should Call Me Eighth Uncle

Ye Qianning heard that Prince Changyang and Princess Changyang had two sons who unfortunately died of illness, one at the age of twelve and the other at the age of four. Therefore, the couple doted on Nan Xiang. Since she was a child, even a sneeze from Nan Xiang would make the couple worried.

Nan Xiang was poisoned this time and with the maidservant in front of him having good skills, I am afraid that the two young masters of the palace also died in accidents.

"Go, help me keep an eye on her." Ye Qianning said, staring at the bird above his head.

"Why?" The little bird on the tree shook its head, extremely arrogant.

"Three worms."

"Five."

"Deal." Ye Qianning made a gesture, and the bird flew towards the maid.

The world of insects and birds is very simple. As long as you can control their food, they will do things for you.

She was also curious about who Prince Changyang and Princess Changyang had offended, who was so cruel as to kill several of their children.

Ye Qianning walked back, shaking her head constantly. She died early in her previous life, and she wanted to live a long life in this life. In order to achieve this, she had to accumulate more blessings for herself.

Night falls, and the spring night is slightly cool.

Ye Qianning gathered her clothes and trotted back. She had gained weight and ran quite fast. To outsiders, she looked like a rolling ball...

"You can't run fast in the mansion." The little man blocked her way.

Ye Qianning stopped, and Sang Zhi stood not far away with his hands behind his back and a serious face.

"What do you mean by sprinting? I'm just exercising."

Sang Zhi stared at her with a stern face. "Before you enter Third Brother's house, you should follow me and I will teach you the rules."

"You teach me the rules? But you become a little old-fashioned?" Ye Qianning smiled. This little thing is interesting.

"You should call me Eighth Uncle." Sang Zhi said seriously.

“…”

Eighth Uncle? Eight hammers.

"Since you are the daughter of the third brother, you are my niece."

Ye Qianning wanted to laugh: "Who told you that I am the daughter of the Third Prince?"

"Although you are fat, your eyes are very similar to Third Brother's." Sang Zhi said.

"You must be reading too much, little old-fashioned boy. I'm obviously much prettier than your third brother." Ye Qianning held her face with her hands and boasted, "If I lose weight, even a pretty girl like you will have to step aside."

She's not bragging, she's really good-looking and as cute as the dolls in New Year pictures. If she loses weight, she'll definitely be a great beauty.

Sang Zhi frowned and said, "People should be humble."

"What is modesty?" The little head shook.

"Humility is..."

Sang Zhi explained it to her seriously, and he looked like an elder teaching a younger person in a serious and profound manner.

Ye Qianning looked up at the sky in silence, and the little man in his ear was like Tang Monk chanting scriptures.

"Do you understand?" Sang Zhi asked.

Ye Qianning shook his head.

"If you don't understand, I will explain it to you slowly after I finish my homework tomorrow." Sang Zhi saw that she was absent-minded and felt that her understanding was not very good and she needed to be taught carefully.

"Well, I'm a piece of crap that can't be helped. You've become stupid by studying, so don't try to harm me." Ye Qianning waved his hand and said, "I'm not your third brother's daughter."

Sang Zhi just thought she was just a child talking nonsense. After all, she had been wandering among the people for many years, so it was understandable that she had some bad habits in speaking.

In the future, he will have to give her some serious advice and help her correct some of her bad habits.

"I really am not. If you don't believe me, go ask your brother." Ye Qianning seemed to see through his thoughts and denied it again.

Being targeted by this old-fashioned guy doesn't seem like a good thing...

(End of this chapter)