The usually elegant Jingxin Garden has been filled with many children's toys since Qiuqiu's birth. Although she can't play with them, Qiuqiu can at least look at them.
Yun Jinglan looked at her bare yard which was occupied by all kinds of wooden toys, and then looked at the tall men in front of her, feeling a little dazed.
This is not good...
"Madam, please move aside. Miss needs her milk."
Yun Jinglan followed his instructions and stood in a place where she would not be in the way. She watched the tall and thin man pick up the bowl of milk and carefully bring it to Jiujiu's mouth one spoonful at a time.
Behind them were people holding umbrellas to shield themselves from the sun, and others holding handkerchiefs to wipe their mouths...
Looking at Jiujiu again, she seemed unhappy and a little sad being surrounded by a group of people.
Grandma, I will avenge you!
Yun Jinglan: “…”
He's actually quite filial?
Dong Xiao gritted her teeth in hatred: "Your Highness, look! It's these shameless scoundrels who took my place! Do they know how hard it was for me to get this job of serving tea and snacks to the young lady?!"
I thought selling myself as a prostitute was a secure job, but I never expected so many people would be vying for it!
Su Junyao also found it quite outrageous. How much money did the third brother give them to make them listen to Qiuqiu like this?
The couple were still in a daze, as if they were dreaming, staring at Qiuqiu and not knowing what to say for a moment.
A shadow fell over Chiu Chiu's head. Looking up, she wondered, "Why do my parents look like that?"
[The dead cannot be brought back to life, please accept our condolences. We will arrest them all once we find the evidence!]
Jiujiu made a fierce expression. Fatty waved his hand, and the people behind him disappeared in a flash. When he looked again, he saw that two stools had been moved and placed in front of Su Junyao and Yun Jinglan: "Prince, Madam, please take a seat."
They were respectful and meticulous, without a single fault to be found.
Su Junyao's gaze swept over the faces of the people behind him, finally settling on the black-clad man at the far end, who was holding a sword and watching them intently. He had a premonition that this man was the Thirteenth Brother he was looking for.
"Chirp chirp, who is Thirteen?"
Chiu Chiu turned around and pointed at the man holding a sword and watching the commotion, [This one, he's super powerful. Dad, who do you want to kill?]
Yun Jinglan raised an eyebrow and pressed down on Qiuqiu's little paw pointing at Thirteen, "Who taught you that?"
Enjoying this kind of thing is something you can learn without being taught!
But the moment she met her mother's fierce gaze, her chubby little hand darted to her father, [Dad taught her that!]
Yun Jinglan stared at Su Junyao expressionlessly, "Let's have a good talk when we get back tonight."
Su Junyao: I'm drenched in sweat!
It was his fault; he shouldn't have been so violent in front of Qiuqiu. "I will change in the future."
Chiu Chiu felt that today was another day she loved her father even more, since he was able to take the blame for her.
Chiu Chiu fumbled around her neck for a bit and pulled out a silver whistle. She blew it, her chubby cheeks puffing out, and a little drool involuntarily sprayed out. Before Dong Xiao could even lift a finger, someone else had already done it for her.
Dongxiao: Damn it!
Thirteen only came over when she heard the whistle, and she looked a little different from the servants around Qiuqiu.
Su Junyao sized up the legendary top assassin, Jinghong Thirteen. Thirteen was young, no more than thirty years old, and quite good-looking—the kind of appearance that Qiuqiu, who was good at judging people by their looks, liked.
Su Junyao asked him if he knew about the massacre of the Yucheng family thirteen years ago.
Yun Jinglan: "He doesn't look very old, he probably doesn't know."
Thirteen didn't say anything, but turned to look at Chiu Chiu, as if waiting for her to speak.
Chiu Chiu nodded vigorously at him. [We're all on the same side, why is Thirteen so dull and inflexible!]
Thirteen only recognizes Chiu Chiu as its master, and he is very professional. He resolutely refuses to speak before his master gives permission, but it's different once his master has given permission.
Do you look down on me?
Yun Jinglan asked in surprise, "Are you asking me?"
When Qiuqiu heard Thirteen speak to her mother so rudely, she immediately became angry. "Mom, hit Thirteen! Then you can't hit me!"
Besides having exceptional skills, an excellent lackey must also be adept at reading people's expressions. Seeing that his young master was clearly afraid of her mother, Thirteen immediately changed his attitude towards Yun Jinglan: "Madam, although I don't know about what happened back then, I can find out. I can find out about the employer and the person who handled the transaction, as long as it's a Chunfenglou order."
"Do we need a smaller intervention?"
Su Junyao nudged Yun Jinglan, who quickly realized what he meant and said, "That's exactly what I was thinking. We can help you anytime."
Thirteen: "It's not very troublesome, it just requires Miss to come with me."
Where to?
Spring Breeze Pavilion.
"no!"
I want to go!
Spring Breeze Pavilion was a den of assassins; even they had heard of it. Only insane parents would send their child, especially an infant, on such a dangerous mission!
Feeling guilty under her parents' watchful eyes, Chiu Chiu reached out to help, even though she only wanted to.
Thirteen has already left Chunfeng Tower, and if he wants to go back, he needs a legitimate reason, and Qiuqiu is his current "legitimate" reason.
Thirteen refused to explain why, no matter what she said, she wouldn't say a word even as Chirp blew her whistle until it broke. Distracted by Chirp's incessant chatter, Yun Jinglan lost sight of her and Thirteen ran off with Chirp in her arms.
Dong Xiao shouted as she watched the shadow flash by, "Oh no! Thirteen has stolen Miss!"
Yun Jinglan stared at the empty cradle, utterly bewildered. When had he ever taken Qiuqiu away from right under her nose?!
When they sent men to chase after him, Thirteen had already disappeared.
Su Junyao gently patted Yun Jinglan's back and whispered to soothe her: "Thirteen is highly skilled in martial arts. Qiuqiu will be safe with him."
Although Yun Jinglan knew that he was overwhelmed with work because of his mother-in-law's murder, Qiuqiu's safety was even more troubling for her.
She felt a tightness in her chest, unable to release it, and was extremely agitated.
At this moment, someone still dared to run into the knife's edge. A little maid with half her face red and swollen came forward, exchanged a glance with Yun Jinglan, and then hurriedly lowered her head: "Young Madam, the Old Madam and Miss Biao want you to come over."
Yun Jinglan gently lifted the maid's chin with her finger, "Who hit her?"
"Replying to Madam, it is..." The little maid shrank back, her eyes filled with fear, "It is the Old Madam."
The servants in the manor didn't know what had happened, only that the Marquis was ill and the Old Madam had been placed under house arrest. Some said that things were about to change in the Marquis's manor, but these were just whispers among themselves.
They never expected that their private gossip would be overheard by the old lady. "The old lady went berserk, tearing at and beating us, and said that she was the true mistress of the Marquis's mansion. She told you to go see her."
The Wen family is now desperate and resorting to extreme measures. They've been pretending for so long that they really think they're the lady of a noble family. Even when they're about to die, they still want to put on airs.
"Go and apply some medicine to the wound on your face."
After everyone left, Su Junyao asked her, "Are you really going to see her?"
He wouldn't go, because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist strangling her.
Yun Jinglan smiled and straightened his clothes, then asked him, "Don't you want to see this clown's incompetent rage?"
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