My Lady Always Lacks Ambition Chapter 43 - 43 45 Humiliation from Elder Sister

Chapter 43: Chapter 45 Humiliation from Elder Sister Chapter 43: Chapter 45 Humiliation from Elder Sister Qin Liuxi entered Mrs. Wang’s room and saw Aunt Wan and Qin Mingchun also there, only Aunt Wan was holding so needlework, while her bargain of a younger brother was sitting at the desk, pinching a brush to practice characters. His eyes carried a deep resentnt as he saw her co in.

Oh, is the little one still brooding over that stolen cake grudge?

Qin Liuxi glanced at him and greeted Mrs. Wang and Aunt Wan with a bow.

Mrs. Wang, with a smile on her face, beckoned: “Xixi has co, co sit.” Then, noticing Qin Mingchun sitting motionless, with his eyes just floating around, she said: “Chun’er, your elder sister has co, why have you not stood up to greet her?”

Her voice was gentle, but her tone carried a faint authority.

Qin Liuxi cast a sidelong glance, wearing a half-smile.

Qin Mingchun shivered and hurriedly got down to cup his hands in a bow, stutteringly saying: “El – Elder Sister, greetings.”

“Hmm.”

Qin Mingchun hung his head.

Qin Liuxi walked over to his desk, glanced at his work, and said: “This writing is so ugly, how many years have you been at it?”

“Started learning from the basics two years ago.” Mrs. Wang ca over as well, took a glance, and shook her head with a chuckle.

“Two years and still like this?” Qin Liuxi said: “Well, it’s fine, you can beco a little Taoist in the future. This is just how a Daoist paints talismans.”

Commonly referred to as ghost scribbling.

Not very hurtful, but incredibly insulting.

Whoosh.

Qin Mingchun burst into a loud cry, struck by the comnt.

Mrs. Wang was a bit caught between laughter and tears.

Aunt Wan ca over, craned her neck to take a look, and earnestly said: “It really is a bit ugly. But son, as long as you look good, that’s enough. In the future, you can simply marry a wife with a substantial dowry. We don’t rely on talent – living off your looks is fine.”

Mrs. Wang: “…”

Qin Liuxi raised an eyebrow lightly, thinking how truly motherly – for her son to beco a pretty boy doesn’t matter!

Qin Mingchun cried even harder.

“Don’t cry!” Qin Liuxi reprimanded softly.

The crying instantly stopped, turning into intermittent sobbing.

Mrs. Wang then said: “Chun’er, continue writing.” She then pulled Qin Liuxi to sit down on an Arhat bed near the window to talk.

Qin Liuxi sat down and said: “I have sothing to tell you, I will go to the Daoist Temple for seclusion for a while tomorrow. I will leave Qi Huang behind for you to manage, to straighten out the affairs inside and outside this ho before returning to my duties.”

Mrs. Wang was stunned: “Seclusion?”

Qin Liuxi spoke indifferently: “As you know, I was unwell as a child, otherwise, would you have sent back to the old residence? The Daoist Temple is located on Xiangshan, full of spiritual and outstanding sceneries, quite suitable for recuperation and Cultivation. I go there every year to seclude myself for Cultivation and recuperation. Otherwise, where would such a physique co from?”

Mrs. Wang glanced at the wooden hairpin holding up the crown of her hair, and cautiously asked: “Xixi, although you have followed a master, you haven’t officially entered Enlightennt, have you?”

“You are mistaken, I have officially entered the Dao.”

Mrs. Wang’s expression changed slightly.

Aunt Wan said: “You have beco a female practitioner. How will you marry and have children in the future?”

“My sect is lenient; we are not bound strictly and can have partners,” Qin Liuxi said. “But discussing this is too early.”

Aunt Wan wasn’t much affected, but Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief and asked: “How many days will you be gone?”

“Can’t say for sure.” Qin Liuxi said: “You’re the housewife, and the Old Lady has spoken too. You’ll be in charge of the house. Uncle Li has already been instructed by and will make the necessary household purchases. Mother, you just make sure to keep everyone in this household in line and avoid going out for the ti being.”

Mrs. Wang looked slightly astonished.

Qin Liuxi played with the silk tassel at her waist, saying nonchalantly: “The Qin family’s matter is not over yet. Keeping a low profile so as not to draw attention is better, isn’t it?”