140. Consider the long term
"No way!" Qu Zijin and Lin Fuman objected in unison.
Qu Zijin quickly explained, "Princess, this matter involves old court affairs. If we rashly alarm His Majesty, it may harm them instead."
Lin Fuman shook her head anxiously, "Little Moon, this is too risky! What if the Emperor remembers your origins and starts investigating..."
They could have continued living as if nothing had happened. Although Lin Lingrong and her daughter sometimes had to deal with the annoying Duke Anguo, at least their lives were comfortable and peaceful.
But if such a reminder were to provoke the emperor's anger, then things would truly be over.
It's obvious even to a fool that the emperor had absolutely no goodwill towards the family of his principal wife, Gan Fanggui; he only felt disgust.
Silence fell over the carriage for a moment, with only the rumbling of wheels on the cobblestone road.
Qu Zijin seemed to have thought of something and said, "Speaking of which, Lord Xie always has some good ideas, although they are a bit unorthodox... uh, unconventional, but perhaps he has a solution?"
"Brother Xie did say that," the little dumpling pouted, "but it didn't seem very good..."
Qu Zijin fell silent upon hearing this, without asking what the specific method was.
Based on his impression of Xie Wenling, if a method could be considered "not a good method" even by a three-year-old child, then that method must be quite "cruel".
At least one or two people will die or be crippled, and the entire family may be implicated.
And there is a very high probability that after-sales service is not included.
Qu Zijin gave up.
He shouldn't have any expectations of heretical practitioners.
The carriage arrived at the Duke of Anguo's residence first.
Lin Fuman got off the bus carrying her little bundle, turned around and waved to the little dumpling: "See you next time!"
The little dumpling leaned against the car window and waved vigorously: "Goodbye, Sister Fufu!"
After watching Lin Fuman enter the mansion gate, the carriage continued towards the Marquis of Beiding's residence.
The little dumpling was a little worried: "Grand Tutor, is there really no way we can help Big Sister?"
Qu Zijin sighed softly, "This matter is far-reaching and has far-reaching consequences. Perhaps we can only take a long-term approach."
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Upon arriving at the Marquis of Beiding's residence, the little girl had just jumped off the carriage when she heard her second brother's loud voice: "Little sister! You're finally back! Come and see the book I copied!"
My second brother rushed over carrying a stack of Xuan paper; the ink was still wet and the characters were almost smeared onto the paper.
"Second brother, be careful!" The little dumpling pointed to one of the pages with sharp eyes, "The words are melting!"
The second brother rushed over and exclaimed in panic, "Ah—no!"
Qu Zijin shook his head helplessly, bowed to Jiang Xiyue who came out to greet him, and took his leave.
As night deepened, lanterns lit up one after another in the alley, illuminating their respective doorways, yet seemingly separated by an invisible chasm.
Inside the Marquis's residence, the little boy was being led to the backyard by his second brother, but he was still thinking about Lin Lingrong.
She looked up at the stars in the sky and suddenly remembered the stars her older sister had taught her to recognize.
"Second brother," she suddenly stopped, her small face looking particularly serious in the moonlight, "If...if I'm always with people I don't like, won't it be very uncomfortable?"
The second brother was busy separating the pages of Xuan paper one by one, feeling sorry for the characters he had just copied: "Ah?"
"Just like...just like the older sister and her father..."
The second brother scratched his head: "Well... I've never been to the Duke of Anguo's mansion, so I'm not very clear about it. But it should be like how I have to memorize texts every day. Although I don't like it, but..."
"That's not how it is!" The little girl stamped her feet anxiously. "Big sister is scared! Every time she sees Duke Anguo, she and her mother are scared..."
The second brother was stunned.
The little girl's eyes welled up with tears: "Big sister is so kind..."
Just then, Jin Qizhi walked over carrying a lantern: "What are you two doing hiding here?"
"Big brother!" The little dumpling rushed over as if seeing a savior, "Big sister, she..."
She recounted the story: "...My mother said that we should help others when they are sad..."
Jin Qizhi sighed and picked up his younger sister: "I also want to help them. But some things need to wait for the right time."
The second brother, who was completely confused, still chimed in, "Exactly! Just like how I wait for the sugar figurine shop to release new sugar figurines!"
Jin Qizhi glared helplessly at her younger brother, then continued to say to the little dumpling, "Little sister, you can help her now too, just spend more time talking to her and make her happy, okay?"
The little dumpling nodded as if it understood but not quite.
-
The next morning.
Wenhua Hall.
It's another day of school.
As usual, Xiao Tuanzi and her second brother were taken to school by Xie Wenling.
Despite having dark circles under his eyes, the second brother rushed into the school with great energy.
He slammed a stack of homework onto Qu Zijin's desk with a "thud": "Grand Tutor! I've finished copying!"
Qu Zijin took the stack of crumpled papers and frowned as soon as he opened them.
He turned the pages one by one, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper: "Second Young Master... your handwriting..."
"Hasn't it improved a lot?" The second brother, completely oblivious to the expression on the other's face, eagerly pointed to one of the characters he was very satisfied with, one he had admired for half the night before. "Look at this one, the horizontal and vertical strokes are perfectly straight!"
"..." Qu Zijin looked at it again and again, and finally sighed deeply.
He turned and took a stack of calligraphy practice books from the bookshelf: "From today onwards, practice three pages every day. I need to check."
"What?!" The second brother was struck dumb, completely deflated. "We still have to write..."
“Yes, you still have to write,” Qu Zijin said seriously, adding a sarcastic remark, “Your handwriting is really ugly, extremely ugly.”
The second brother was about to break; he snatched the homework paper and ran away with tears in his eyes.
"Hey? Second brother? Second brother!" The little dumpling was stunned for a moment, then quickly chased after him.
The second brother, holding the little dumpling, hid behind a pillar and cried, "Waaaaah, little sister, the Grand Tutor is bullying me! He's bullying me, waaaaah..."
The little dumpling patted her older brother with her tiny hand: "Second brother, don't cry, don't cry..."
She took a piece of osmanthus candy from her purse: "Eat some candy! You won't cry after you eat the candy..."
Just then, the little princess and the little prince arrived. Seeing them hiding outside crying, the little princess skipped over and asked, "Jin Er, what's wrong?"
She looked at the homework paper curiously, and burst out laughing after just one glance: "Wow! Your handwriting is so ugly! It looks like ants crawling!"
The young prince also came over for a look and honestly said, "It really is ugly, like an earthworm."
The second brother was stabbed twice more. He snatched back the paper, stomping his feet in frustration: "None of you understand art!"
"If this can be considered art, then ants moving house is a masterpiece." The little prince was as sharp-tongued as ever.
The second brother exclaimed in disbelief, "How could you say that? Aren't we still brothers who would go to great lengths for each other?!"
"When did we become brothers who would go to great lengths for each other?" The young prince was shocked by his words.
"You...so, I wasn't a brother to you at all?" The second brother cried bitterly, "Waaah, you heartless man..."
"???" The little prince was confused. "Have you been reading too many romance novels? They're even talking about heartless men. How cheesy..."
"Hahahahahahahaha..." The little princess burst into earth-shattering laughter, "How come your relationship is so fleeting, like a night-blooming cereus? Haha ...
It appeared occasionally, but it disappeared quickly.
The epiphyllum disappeared unilaterally.
The second brother's heart shattered into pieces, and he ran away sadly, clutching his younger sister.
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Mini-theater:
Xie Wenling: Do you need a plan? Fair prices, honest and fair to all.
Xie Wenling: And it's guaranteed to work.
Qu Zijin: Is after-sales service included? Is personal safety guaranteed?
Xie Wenling: No, not at all.
Xie Wenling: (Smiling) As for after-sales service and personal safety, well, good luck to you.
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