"It's not just the north, but also the east and the west. Our southern region is just too far from other places."
Pei Zhujin began to take a good look at Qiao Lian'er, because this girl's intelligence was beyond his imagination.
Although the capital is indeed peaceful now, and the northern tribes have not invaded, and everything is calm, she must have guessed that their identities were not simple when she encountered them, so she wanted to get more information from them.
To prepare for long-term stability in the future.
Although this place is rich in resources, it is indeed more isolated than the central region. The farther away from the imperial court, the slower the news gets.
Just for her talent, just for the intelligence she showed at such a young age.
Pei Zhujin readily agreed: "Okay, if that day ever comes, I'll write to you."
Pei Shijiu ate his potato chunks while quietly listening to their conversation. He also glanced at Qiao Lian'er a few more times, thinking to himself that this girl was really something else.
With their family background, including his brother's, they were constantly infiltrated by the vortex of power struggles, easily getting caught up in them.
This young girl's vigilance and willingness to prepare in advance are somewhat like those strategists who plan ahead.
“Little girl, you’re only seven or eight years old. Some things are for your parents to worry about. Now that you’ve eaten, play and sleep as usual,” Pei Shijiu said.
“I’m already twelve years old.” Qiao Lian’er couldn’t help but curse Old Lady Song when she mentioned this. Moldy buns and steamed bread, spoiled food, that’s how she was raised to be like this. Everyone who sees her thinks she’s only seven or eight years old.
"What? You're already twelve years old?" Pei Zhujin was very surprised.
Pei Shijiu's eyes widened as well: "Then you're too short."
"It's okay, I'll grow taller in two or three years," Qiao Lian'er said calmly.
She wants to make up for all the height she should have gained over the years.
Moreover, she discovered that once she confirmed she was indeed twelve years old, the two brothers no longer looked at her like they were looking at a small child.
"Alright, in two or three years, I want to see what the little girl will look like, and whether she'll really grow taller." Pei Shijiu's obsidian-like eyes sparkled, with a hint of mischief in them.
"If he's still this short, I'll make a good laugh at him."
Qiao Lian'er looked up at the sky: "I won't give you that chance."
"If I really grow taller, some people will still walk upside down like they did yesterday morning."
Pei Shijiu felt a dull ache in his hands again.
"You'll grow taller in two or three years, right? This isn't fair to me. You have to grow to the average height of your peers to count."
“Okay,” Qiao Lian’er replied with certainty.
Now she eats well, drinks plenty of water, and sleeps well every day. Sometimes she feels her bones itch when she sleeps at night. Hmm, she must be growing taller.
The two brothers ate plate after plate of peanuts and plate after plate of fried potatoes, and then ordered their servants to buy them wine.
They chatted with Qiao Lian'er about everything under the sun, from north to south, from west to east, from the grandeur of big cities to the countryside, and from scenic spots to famous tourist attractions.
They discovered that no matter what they said, this girl could always respond and offer some refreshing insights and perspectives, making for a very engaging conversation.
The Song family saw this and Chen said to Old Madam Song, "Mother, look at Qiao Lian'er, doesn't she think she's found a good match? Those two young masters are obviously not ordinary people. They brought servants with them, and although their carriage wasn't flashy or eye-catching, it was still made of precious wood. That horse looks even more expensive than Da Hong."
Old Mrs. Song looked at her with disdain: "How shameless! She still has three years until she comes of age, and she's already thinking about clinging to a man."
"Mother, you see two young masters, one is fifteen or sixteen years old and the other is twelve or thirteen years old. Their ages are just right for our Song family's two maids. Why don't we keep them here?" Madam Chen was making her wishful thinking.
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