Chapter 45: Chapter 47 Qin Xiaowu: I Carry Too Much Burden Chapter 45: Chapter 47 Qin Xiaowu: I Carry Too Much Burden Mrs. Wang waited until Qin Liuxi had left, then, seeing Qin Mingchun on the verge of tears, an expression of slight grievance, she rarely showed a smile.
“You big sister is right, one might be handso as a child but not necessarily when grown up. A boy still needs to possess so talents.” She touched the back of Qin Mingchun’s head, saying, “Keep on writing. I’m going to your grandmother.”
Qin Mingchun politely watched her leave, then sat back down on the chair, rubbing his wrists. His hands were truly sore.
“Don’t listen to your mother and big sister. Who says one gets ugly when growing up? They are just scaring you,” Aunt Wan eyed him and said, “You don’t resemble your sister; you’ve inherited all the beauty from and your father. I’m beautiful, so how could you end up looking bad when you grow up?”
Qin Mingchun’s eyes shimred, “Aunt, are you encouraging to stop writing? If big sister beats , you will have to protect !”
Aunt Wan beca instantly timid, saying, “You are a man. You have got to bear the pain and the hardships yourself. How can you rely on your Aunt? I’m delicate.”
She dared not provoke Qin Liuxi. Although she might be dull, her female intuition told her that Qin Liuxi, this daughter, was not soone to be trifled with.
Seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster is human nature, and Wan Wanrou was also a master of this.
Moreover, even though Qin Liuxi didn’t appear to harbor ill will against her, who could say for certain she didn’t begrudge her deep inside?
Aunt Wan shuddered at the thought, saying, “Better you continue writing. Your sister seems quite inscrutable. If she really hits you, I won’t be able to save you. At most, I can only apply dicine for you.”
Qin Mingchun: “!”
At such a minor age, it seed he was bearing too much!
The main courtyard.
Old Mrs. Qin drank her dicine with Mrs. Wang’s assistance, leaning against the head of the bed, she asked, “Did she really say that?”
“How could your daughter-in-law tell lies?” Mrs. Wang sat down, her face filled with emotion as she said, “This child has indeed developed a sharp mind, and she can withstand troubles patiently and gracefully.”
“She does not resemble Mrs. Wan in appearance, which is fortunate because her intellect and wits also do not follow hers,” Old Mrs. Qin remarked.
Mrs. Wang said, “It seems the temple master of Qingping Temple has been teaching her as if she were his own daughter. Xixi says that she has formally entered into the Daoist path, but their sect still permits marriage.”
Qin Liuxi’s deanor and wisdom, in her view, was unmatched by any of the Qin family’s girls, especially her intelligence. How splendidly the child brought up outside the house had turned out, in contrast to the girls and boys within the family, alas, there’s no comparison.
Old Mrs. Qin said, “Had the Qin family not fallen from grace, and if she were still registered under your na, she might have been married into a respectable family, but now…”
Mrs. Wang’s eyes flickered slightly as she said, “In our dynasty, it’s not rare for won to marry late. She’s just co of age; it’s not urgent. Perhaps the old master and the others will return by then.
Old Mrs. Qin remained silent, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, but she held them back, saying, “She’s right, the Qin family is still in a precarious situation. We really need to keep a low profile. Keep them restrained on ordinary days; do not allow them to go out.”
“Mhm.”
“She’s clever alright, but her attitude is also…” Old Mrs. Qin pursed her lips, choosing not to finish her sentence.
Detached, polite, surface calm but, in truth, Qin Liuxi and the rest seed like there was a line between them—they were not close but had barriers in their hearts.
Mrs. Wang gauged her mood and said, “Mother, since the child has been alone in the old house since she was young, we can’t bla her for having grievances in her heart. We cannot force her to feel otherwise.”
Old Mrs. Qin looked at her, direct and unflinching, and decided not to continue the topic, “Autumn is coming, and it must be getting cold in the northwest. I don’t know where Bo Hong and the others have reached, but regardless of where they are, we need to make so arrangents. Have Li Dagui make a trip to the Ding family in Bali Alley and say I wish to visit their Old Lady to chat about old tis.”
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