She calmly lowered her eyes and lifted Lu Qin's elbow to avoid touching her wound. "Qin'er, there's no need to be so polite."

Lu Qin stood up straight, her little face was tender and clean, her eyes were big and clear like a mountain stream, without a speck of impurities or dust.

Qin Ye glanced at Qin Jiaojiao. She was talking to King Chen with a gentle smile. She looked so kind, like a good wife and mother.

But the wound on Lu Qin's hand...

I was almost fooled by her disguise.

I haven't seen her for four or five years, and it seems that she is still the same as before, without any change.

"After leaving," she interrupted, "Wei Xi, Zi Ye, and Jiao Jiao are playing in the backyard. Lu Qin is about the same age as them. I'll take them over to meet them and get to know them, okay?"

Qin Jiaojiao looked over and smiled kindly:

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Princess. Qin'er, you go play with your aunt. Be a good boy and don't cause any trouble."

"Um!"

Qin Ye didn't say much. He took Lu Qin's hand and walked out of the front hall.

After returning to the main courtyard, he immediately asked someone to bring the ointment, rolled up Lu Qin's sleeves, and applied the ointment on her.

Her arm suddenly felt cold, and Lu Qin shrank her neck uncomfortably, trying to avoid it, "Uncle..."

"Doesn't your father care about you?" Qin Ye squatted down, gently held her thin wrist, and applied medicine to her.

The wounds on the little arms were caused by falling, pinching, squeezing, and collisions...

shocking.

Lu Qin lowered her head, her long eyelashes hiding the sadness in her eyes, "Mother's temper is not very good. Sometimes she gets angry, sometimes sad, sometimes irritable...but she must love me."

Qin Jiaojiao has not been favored over the years.

For women who are alone in their empty rooms, the resentment accumulated over the years is like a powder keg, and anything can be used as a tool for them to vent their anger.

"It's because I'm not ambitious and don't please my father, which is why my father doesn't like my mother either. It's all Qin'er's fault..."

My mother said that she was a sickly person and always had illnesses, so my father didn't like her and her.

Qin Ye frowned.

Is this how Qin Jiaojiao taught her own daughter?

How unrepentant!

"You are only five years old, what could be wrong?" Qin Ye corrected her thoughts, "Your parents brought you into this world, and you did not participate in their feelings. It is not your fault. As a parent, shirking responsibility is immature and irrational. You don't have to blame everything on yourself."

Lu Qin raised her head in a daze and looked at her aunt blankly.

No one had ever said anything like that to her.

Those people said that she was sick, that she was a burden, that she should not have been born...

"Aunt, I am in poor health and often fall ill. Mother said that if I died, my father would like her."

"!"

Qin Ye's pupils shrank slightly. He couldn't believe that Qin Jiaojiao actually encouraged his own daughter to die.

"But aunt, I don't want to die... not at all..." Lu Qin's eyes turned red as she spoke, and her voice choked up:

"Father doesn't like mother, but I do; he doesn't love mother, but I do; if I die, no one will love mother anymore."

"My mother gave birth to me when she was seventeen. She only started loving me when she was seventeen, but I started loving her when I was born. I can love her forever, until I die."

The little girl's childish voice spoke words that were totally inconsistent with her five-year-old age.

It's so pitiful that he is mature and sensible.

Qin Ye's heart was bleeding with pain.

Qin Jiaojiao, you are blessed to have such a considerate, kind-hearted and sensible daughter. Why do you still not appreciate your blessings?