Being a good person, whether in terms of morality or other aspects, involves too many restrictions and constraints. It might be easier to be a bad person instead; bad people live more freely. You can be as bad as you want, without any constraints or limitations!
And at that mont, Old Lady Qin suddenly perked up her ears. Did she hear so vague crying?
Perhaps it was because she was old that she couldn’t hear it clearly. So she tilted her head, pricked up her ears, and carefully tried to distinguish the sound for a while.
Once Old Lady Qin was certain, "Oh!" she suddenly got up in a fluster: "Let’s talk about this later; Little Star must be causing a fuss again! Little Wu can’t handle him; I have to find Wangwang! Let Wangwang assist his father!"
While saying this, Old Lady Qin urgently rushed outside.
As she stepped out of the front hall, Old Lady Qin raised her hand and summoned a servant. She inquired about Wu Wang’s whereabouts and learned that Little Wuwang was in the back garden chasing butterflies.
This child seems particularly interested in insects and plants?
Maybe it’s because he spent so ti with Dong Huiying, perhaps influenced by her. Ever since Dong Huiying left, Little Wuwang beca fascinated with tinkering with flowers and plants, and occasionally dealing with insects and poisonous creatures.
Of course, Wu Wang was still too young, and his little hands would occasionally touch sothing sared with a bit of poison. The adults were worried he would get into trouble, so they even offered a high reward to specifically hire a servant skilled in dical toxicology to watch over Wu Wang.
When Yixuan heard Old Lady Qin ntion Wu Wang’s na, a strong sense of longing instantly surged within his heart. He got up and followed closely behind Old Lady Qin as they walked toward the back garden.
...
"Wangwang, Wangwang, co quickly!!"
When Old Lady Qin arrived at the back garden, she imdiately saw the little boy rooted in the bushes.
Wu Wang’s clothes were quite clean and very tidy. But his little face was pitch black, with a muddy streak sohow smudged across his fair cheek.
He looked quirky, yet utterly amusing.
Upon hearing his great-grandmother calling him, the very experienced Wu Wang imdiately released the butterfly pinched in his hand. He nodded slightly toward the servant assigned to watch over him, his little face full of aristocratic grace and pride reminiscent of his father.
The servant couldn’t help but smile, then took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Wu Wang.
Wu Wang took the small handkerchief, carefully cleaning his little hands stained with butterfly dust and dirt, before pushing through the bushes and squeezing his small body out. "Great-grandmother, is Little Brother Xingxing crying again?"
This matter is indeed strange; when Little Star cries, no one can soothe him except for Wu Wang. Even Little Star’s father, Liang Yuening, often couldn’t help but express his amazent about it.
"Wu Wang—" suddenly a gentle and elegant voice reached Wu Wang’s ears.
Wu Wang’s little face paused slightly, then he stunned, looking forward.
He saw a man dressed in a simple yet elegant jade-colored long shirt. Like Jade Bamboo, like a long flute, when the early sumr breeze brushed against the man’s body, lifting the edges of his garnt, it seed as if a celestial being had descended, endlessly graceful and beautiful...
The man smiled softly, focused and gazing at Wu Wang.
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