Madam Luo, who was wiping away tears, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of her eye. Without making a sound, she turned to the side and subtly blocked the siblings from view.
Her movements seemed natural, yet they also appeared meticulously planned, as if to isolate her from their indifference and ruthlessness, preventing others from witnessing the scene.
She lowered her head slightly and gently wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, but her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her inner turmoil.
Just then, Feng Qingyun's voice suddenly rang in Qin Qianluo's mind: "This Madam Luo's acting skills are truly superb; in modern times, she could easily win an award for Best Actress."
The voice carried its usual mockery and sarcasm, its tone full of doubt towards Madam Luo.
Yet it is like a sharp scalpel, precisely dissecting the seemingly heartwarming but actually treacherous drama before us.
Upon hearing this, the air in the room instantly froze, as if shrouded in an invisible frost. Everyone stood frozen in place, stunned.
Even Luo Yuning, who had always been reserved and as calm as a deep pool, couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
A barely perceptible ripple flickered in her lowered eyes.
With her slightest movement, a strand of her ink-black hair slipped down, but she quickly tucked it behind her ear.
This subtle reaction is fleeting, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky; it is impossible to catch without careful observation.
Madam Luo's face turned deathly pale in an instant, as if all the blood had been drained from her.
Her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force, and her body trembled slightly.
She might not fully grasp the deeper meaning hidden in the child's words, but the sarcasm in every word was palpable.
But they were like sharp needles, piercing straight into her ears, making her heart flutter with panic, as if her heart was being gnawed by countless ants.
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, yet it was all blank.
Only one strong thought remained—I wished I could rush forward immediately, disregard everything, and cover Qin Qianluo's mouth tightly to prevent her from uttering another word.
The two, who had been wearing disdainful expressions and exchanging contemptuous glances from time to time, were originally quite different.
His eyes were wide open, like two copper bells about to fall, filled with disbelief.
Their mouths were slightly open, as if they wanted to say something, but they were so startled by the sudden words that they were speechless for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, anger surged onto their faces like a tidal wave.
Their chests heaved violently, their breathing became rapid and heavy, and their hearts were filled with resentment and injustice.
In their eyes, how could there be such an ill-mannered child in the world, so audacious as to speak to their incomparably noble mother like that!
Their gazes, like sharp blades, swept back and forth across the surroundings, their anger undisguised and unrestrained.
It was as if, in the next second, the long-suppressed anger would erupt like a volcano.
After a brief moment of astonishment, Luo Qi'an quickly recovered. His expression became extremely complex, a mixture of shock, doubt, worry, and helplessness.
His brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep "川" (river) shape, and several fine lines appeared on his forehead.
He gave his wife a deep look, a look that seemed to contain a thousand words, yet remained unspoken.
Then, he subtly tilted his head and gave a wink to the servant waiting outside the door.
His eyes conveyed his intentions subtly yet precisely—instructing the servant to restrain the second young master and the third young lady.
The servant had followed Luo Qi'an for many years and naturally understood the implication.
He immediately took two well-trained guards and moved silently to their side, his steps as light as a cat hunting its prey.
They moved with extreme care, afraid of making the slightest noise and disturbing the already tense atmosphere inside.
The two guards were like hunters lurking in the shadows, their eyes constantly watching the second young master and the third young lady with vigilance.
If these two young masters show any sign of wanting to refute or vent their anger, they can quickly and accurately seal the acupoints.
After all, if they were forcibly dragged away, it would inevitably cause a stir and commotion among the people inside the house, especially attracting the attention of King Jinrui Zhao.
King Jinrui Zhao, of noble status, usually kept his emotions hidden, but once she noticed this chaos...
The situation could become even more difficult to manage, and could even trigger a series of unforeseen consequences.
Qin Qianluo's shocked expression vanished in an instant. She glanced at Madam Luo discreetly, then slowly lowered her eyes and softly asked, "Yunbao, what did you see?"
Inside the space, Feng Qingyun's small face was flushed red with anger, just like a ripe apple.
Her chubby little hands kept rubbing her face, trying to calm down her anger.
The delicately embroidered blouse she wore swayed slightly with her excited movements, further highlighting his righteous indignation.
"Luo Bao, you mustn't be fooled by Madam Luo's appearance."
Her childish voice was now filled with sarcasm and disdain, each word sounding as if it were being squeezed out from between her teeth.
She stood with her hands on her hips, her small chest heaving violently. 'This woman is a master of pretense, appearing gentle and kind on the surface.'
She always has a perfectly timed smile on her lips and greets everyone with concern, but in reality, she's full of bad intentions.
Luo Yuning's current state is all her doing. Who knows how many underhanded methods she used behind the scenes?
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