Seeing that Zhen Shaoqing seemed lost in thought, the little boy asked, "Uncle Zhen, what's wrong?"
Zhen Shaoqing shared his doubts with Xiao Tuanzi.
Upon hearing this, the little dumpling immediately ran to Zhuang Yueyue.
She placed her small hand on Zhuang Yueyue's pulse, and then carefully examined the wound on her neck and her eyes.
“Uncle Zhen.” The little dumpling took Zhen Shaoqing’s hand and said, “Zhuang Yueyue is fine. She was just like me, only bitten.”
Zhen Shaoqing asked in confusion, "Then why is she pale and trembling all over?"
The little dumpling said seriously, "That's because she was too frightened."
"Really?" Zhen Shaoqing asked, half believing and half doubting.
Yao Ling listened attentively to the little dumpling's words. After thinking for a moment, she explained to Zhen Shaoqing:
“I think what Xiao Tuanzi said makes sense. After all, the other doctors didn’t diagnose Zhuang Yueyue with any other illnesses either.”
"Moreover, Zhuang Yueyue is just a child whose mind is not yet fully developed. She encountered a bloodthirsty demon child and was bitten by him."
"Naturally, they would be too frightened and wouldn't be able to recover."
The little dumpling smiled at Yao Ling and said, "Sister Yao is right, that's exactly what I meant."
Zhen Shaoqing nodded, his brows relaxing considerably.
"It seems that this bloodthirsty demon child can only bite and suck blood, and won't cause any other harm to people!"
Hearing this, everyone relaxed a bit.
Zhen Shaoqing patted the little dumpling's head and said gratefully:
"Little dumpling, you've really helped Uncle Zhen a lot."
"Then Uncle, please send someone to help my brother quickly." The little dumpling was still worried about her fourth brother.
Yao Ling picked up her sword. "I'll go. I just found out where Mu Jinnian went."
"Young Master Zhen, please protect my few apprentices."
After saying that, Yao Ling took a long stride and ran nimbly and decisively into the bamboo forest.
The little dumpling waved to Yao Ling, "Sister Yao, wait for me! I want to go too!"
The little dumpling thought to herself: How could she be left out when it comes to saving her brother!
She hadn't even taken two steps when someone grabbed the back of her collar.
Zhen Shaoqing picked up the little dumpling and held it next to him.
"You're already injured, you're not allowed to go!"
Now, Zhen Shaoqing will definitely not let the little dumpling run around anymore.
If anything were to happen to her, he would truly be unable to explain himself to the Mu family!
Mu Yanxiu also pulled the little dumpling and said, "Auntie, don't go anymore. I don't want you to get hurt again."
The two, one big and one small, looked at her from the left and right.
The little dumpling said helplessly, "Alright then...~_~"
The little dumpling had no choice but to obediently wait for her fourth brother and sister Yao to return.
She hadn't been there long when Steward Zheng from the Mu family rushed to the academy.
“Little Princess!...Little Princess!...” Steward Zheng said breathlessly, “Madam wants you to return to the manor immediately. Her Majesty the Empress has summoned you to the palace with Madam.”
Huh? Mother told her to go back?
Is something wrong with the Empress's aunt?
The little dumpling quickly pulled Mu Yanxiu up and went back to the mansion with Steward Zheng.
As soon as she returned to the Mu family home, the little girl saw her mother waiting for her anxiously.
"Mommy, I'm back~" The little dumpling jumped into her mother's arms.
Qingxi hugged the little dumpling tightly and kissed her forehead.
"Tuan'er, your aunt has an urgent matter to attend to. She will come to the palace with her mother now."
The little dumpling nodded.
Her aunt had something to do, so she naturally had to go over as soon as possible.
Qingxi carried the little dumpling into the carriage, and soon she noticed the injury on the little dumpling's hand.
"What happened? How did you get hurt!" Qingxi asked anxiously and with heartache, holding the little dumpling's hand.
The little dumpling nestled in Qingxi's arms and recounted what had just happened.
Upon hearing this, Qingxi was both shocked and frightened. She hugged the little dumpling tightly, as if she was afraid of losing her at any moment.
"You little rascal, you're just as bold as your father! Don't be so reckless next time!"
The little dumpling nodded obediently and hugged its mother, giving her several kisses.
Upon entering Duande Hall, the little dumpling saw Su Ruiling crying with her hand on her forehead.
The little boy rushed over anxiously, wiping away Su Ruiling's tears as he asked:
"Aunt, Aunt, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
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