Jialan noticed that Ning Qing had shifted her gaze away from him.
His eyes flickered.
"My lord, would you be interested in hearing Garan play a tune?"
Ning Qing raised an eyebrow and turned her gaze to Jia Lan again.
"Since the temple has invited us, we must be in the mood."
Jialan's lips curled slightly.
"Senior brother, senior brother."
A sweet, charming voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.
Then came the sound of running footsteps approaching from afar.
The two of them looked toward the source of the sound.
A girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in pink, ran happily toward them.
Perhaps because she was running too fast, her cheeks were flushed.
When the girl in pink was three or four feet away from Ning Qing, she pushed off with both feet and pounced on Ning Qing.
Seeing this, Ning Qing quickly dodged to the side.
Just kidding, his wife is still standing here. If he misunderstands, his journey to win her back will be a long and arduous one.
The girl in pink realized she had missed her target.
She looked unhappy, pouted, and glared at Ning Qing.
She complained with a wronged expression.
"Senior brother, why are you avoiding me?"
The cat system spoke up at this moment: "Host, this girl is the original owner's junior sister, Lin Zilan."
Before his death, the original owner's master entrusted his daughter, Lin Zilan, to the original owner's care.
She is currently staying at the Imperial Preceptor's residence and went out for sightseeing a couple of days ago.
Oh, right, the original owner's wish and mission was to protect his junior sister.
Ning Qing looked up at Lin Zilan, who was pouting and looking displeased, and spoke seriously.
"Zilan, you are a young woman now. You must not act like before. After all, there is a difference between you and your senior brother, who are men and women."
Lin Zilan stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
She didn't understand why her senior brother, who had been so obedient to her after she went on a two-day trip, would suddenly change his attitude towards her.
She called out with a wronged expression, "Senior brother..."
Ning Qing nodded. "Mm."
Lin Zilan glared at Ning Qing angrily again, then stomped her foot and ran away.
Ning Qing then turned her gaze to Jia Lan.
She smiled faintly and spoke softly.
"Come on, let me admire your talent."
Jialan's gaze swept lightly over Ning Qing.
He tentatively opened his mouth.
"Aren't you going to try and comfort her? That girl seems really unhappy."
Ning Qing smiled and shook her head.
"No need, she'll be fine in a while. My master only has one daughter, and she's been pampered since she was little. She's a bit spoiled, so you don't need to pay her any attention."
Jialan shook his head and smiled.
"That won't do. She's the master's junior sister, and also a young mistress of the manor. How can I do that?"
Ning Qing reached out and grasped his hand, holding it tightly to prevent it from breaking free.
Seeing that he could not break free, Garan stopped struggling.
Ning Qing gazed at him intently.
"Lan'er, you are also a mistress of this mansion."
Jialan raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Your Excellency, you must not say such a thing. I am of humble status and lowly life and cannot bear such a responsibility.”
Ning Qing frowned slightly.
With a strong pull, he dragged the person into his arms.
She naturally wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him firmly in her embrace.
With her other hand, she pinched his chin and lifted it slightly.
I gazed intently at that beautiful face.
He spoke slowly, each word distinct and clear.
"Don't let me hear those four words again, or... there will be punishment."
Jialan's eyes flickered slightly.
"Let me go! It's not good if people see this in public."
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