Zhao Xiaoyu noticed that Xiao Lei had been lying without batting an eye lately, fooling one person after another.
This kid's got some skills!
"No, I want to sit with you."
Seeing that he couldn't shake him off, Xiao Lei had no choice but to accept his fate. "You're not allowed to cause trouble on the way, and you're not allowed to bother your mother either."
"Dad, you just said I was a good boy!"
Xiao Lei: ...I forgot!
Song was also packing their most convenient belongings inside the house; the servants had already packed up the rest of their luggage.
"Honey, if your mother causes trouble when we get back, you'll have to deal with it yourself."
"no problem!"
This time, I can't cause any trouble because... hehe... they brought a doctor back to her from the prefectural city.
"Honey, do you think my mother might be dying? Xiaoyu said something before..."
"Pah, ptah, ptah, shut up," Madam Song said sternly. "You're not allowed to say this outside the house, understand? You're not allowed to mention it in front of the Qian family or Xiao Lei."
"Why?"
"Why do you say that? Zhao Dashu, I beg you to be more mindful. Filial piety is the most important virtue. Do you think it's right for you to talk about your mother's infertility? Even if she really is infertile, you shouldn't let those words come out of your mouth."
We brought the doctor along simply to have her checked out; we didn't mean anything by it.
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
Zhao Dashu stared at his wife for a long time, making Song Shi feel uncomfortable all over.
"What's wrong?"
"Wife, you're being so hypocritical now."
Song was furious. "Zhao Dashu, get out of here!"
You bastard, who is she doing this for? Has she forgotten she's not a peasant anymore? You can't just say things like that, you know?
She's so angry!
The next day, just as dawn broke, the whole family boarded the carriage.
Zhao Dashu took Zhao Qixi away, saying that he was too bored on the way and wanted a child to play with to relieve his boredom.
Zhao Xiaoyu, holding her son, glared angrily at her father, "My daughter isn't a toy."
No wonder he likes to play with 7UP all the time; he just treats her as a toy to amuse himself.
Is her father still reliable in this lifetime?
"No, no, I misspoke. I was just trying to keep Xibao entertained. Alright, hurry up and get in the carriage for a nap. I'm so sleepy I can't keep my eyes open."
"When she wakes up, you can explain to her yourself that it's not that we don't want her, but that you took her away."
Zhao Dashu: ...
"She loves playing with me the most, don't worry."
Zhao Xiaoyu remained silent, carrying the child into the car. Xiao Lei put the child's things in the car, clearing a large empty space.
"Lie down for a bit, you got up really early this morning."
"I'm too angry with Dad to sleep, I'll talk to him later."
My daughter will definitely make a fuss when she wakes up; she's quite the stubborn one.
Mini-theater:
The Eight Trigrams of Fucheng
Several failed scholars were being sarcastic again:
"It's all about women..."
"Exactly! They live off women and they act all high and mighty!"
At this moment, the old gentleman at the next table spoke up again, "I have read Xiao Lei's article."
Everyone perked up their ears again.
The old gentleman spoke slowly and deliberately, “Fifty-seventh... That’s a waste of his talent. With his writing, he should have been in the top forty without any problem. I don’t know what went wrong and affected his ranking.”
The scholars: "..." Which side are you on anyway?!
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