What does Holy Mother mean, Qiao'er didn't understand.
But her knees, she dared not bend them after all.
She stood timidly on the side, reflecting on herself.
And the Little Princess sat there, saying nothing, as if waiting for her to figure it out.
She held a small teacup and poured herself a cup of tea.
Qiao'er watched and watched, and suddenly seemed to grasp the meaning of Holy Mother.
"Um... Princess... Is Holy Mother... Is it because... because... Second Concubine poisoned you, yet you're not angry... still thinking of saving her?"
Yun Chunnuan: "?"
Her hand holding the teacup trembled, almost failing to hold it steady.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward like that.
The words she wanted to lecture were stuck in her mouth, held back by the little girl's innocent yet oh... not innocent, kind of strangely wicked eyes.
