Little Qian’er vaguely remembered that it seemed to be because she had stuffed a cloth in her mouth to sleep with a wide-open mouth, and when she woke up, she was able to smack her little lips together.
The cloth had fallen onto her chest.
The fishbone that had been with her for so long had also disappeared without a trace.
Had it heard Little Qian’er’s prayers, knew she was about to stop breathing, and took pity on her, sparing her?
Or had it broken and been swallowed into her little belly? How had the cloth fallen off?
Uh, could it be that she had dreamed of that grand noble again, who had taken it out?
The little girl was dazed, but because of this, she was happy for several days...
At this moment, the daydreaming little girl’s thoughts were interrupted by a strange noise behind her, and she stopped her wild speculations.
She maintained a beaming smile, not daring to move, and turned around foolishly to look.
Behind her, on the windowsill where sunlight fell, there squatted a big boy in disheveled clothes; who knew since when. He had a huge hole in the right knee of his pants, revealing a bright red, scabbed knee.
But the big boy seemed not to care, with both palms covering the freshly healed wound on his knee that had just been torn open again by the action of climbing the window, his lips puffing out air towards it, blowing a few breaths.
At the same time, he turned his head back like a thief, glancing outside several times.
After a short while, the stranger of a big boy seemed to let out a sigh of relief, then turned his head back with a grinning smile, curiously surveying the inside of the hall.
His expression was eager, as if he was ready to jump down from the high windowsill into the hall at any moment.
However, the next second, his eyebrows raised, and his roving gaze stopped, noticing Little Qian’er, who was closest to the window.
The big boy casually glanced at her a few times, then took a fruit from his bosom, nibbled on it while surveying the strange girl who was squatting at the back of the crowd, grinning foolishly to herself.
His expression was somewhat bored, as if he were passing the time.
Zhao Qian’er’s eyes widened as she looked at the odd boy who was much taller than her; with half of the sun visible behind his head, it dazzled her, causing her to blink numerous times before she could roughly make out his features.
He looked quite handsome, with an air of fearlessness.
The two of them stared at each other in silence for a while.
After a short time, having completely scrutinized the newcomer, Zhao Qian’er’s eyes dodged away, ready to lower her head, no longer daring to meet the gaze of this big boy who seemed quite arrogant at a glance.
He must be a young master, the child of some noble from the vast Duke Mansion.
Suddenly, Zhao Rong, who had been lowering his head to eat the fruit, raised it, frowning as he took a closer look at this dark-skinned girl who seemed pretty silly.
It seemed as if he remembered something, he nodded his head.
As if the more he looked, the more convinced he became.
He tossed the fruit behind him, revealing an expression of ’heh, you’re the one,’ ready to jump down from the windowsill.
Zhao Qian’er shrank her head, burying her silly smile between her knees, and curled her body with her arms around her knees.
She deployed what she considered the most powerful Magical Treasure in her heart to protect herself, which was also her defensive posture.
Is it possible he also finds me an eyesore and is going to hit me?
Between her knees, she smiled while thinking, quietly waiting.
Just at that moment, a voice suddenly came from the entrance of the hall.
It was from the steward named Kun-bo, sounding respectful, "I’ve seen the lady of the house, I’ve seen the young mistress."
Zhao Qian’er instantly snapped back to reality, hastily withdrew her ’bright smile,’ which then brought about a piercing pain as the wound on her cheek, which had opened up due to her refusal to smile, started to bleed, turning her cheek bright red.
She became a little maid with a red face.
However, at the moment, Zhao Qian’er paid no attention to this, her eyelashes quivering, tears involuntarily running down her dry eyes, uncontrollable, she opened her mouth slightly, letting out soft whimpers but not daring to be too loud, she just froze there.
Her eyes wide open, she stared straight at the direction of the hall’s entrance, forgetting her defensive stance.
Her round face showed an indescribable expression.
It was a mix of hope, fear, and... dependency.
It was... the grand noble from the fourth branch who had arrived.
But at this moment on the windowsill, Zhao Rong, ready to make a stylish landing, had a sudden change in expression, and his body, with a clang, fell down...