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Chapter 16 Hiding the Little Girl's Pouch
Chu Jiang stared at the frail girl before him, his dark eyes concealing emotions that no one else could understand: "You don't hate me?"

She seemed to pause for a moment, then gently shook her head: "You didn't want this either, being sick is very uncomfortable."

The girl's tone was gentle and natural, without a trace of affectation or reluctance.

Hearing this from the shadows, Liu Ying could no longer bear to look.

To dare say he's sick in front of a lunatic is practically asking for death!
To everyone's surprise, Chu Jiang merely snorted coldly and did not retaliate.

Qin Su hesitated for a moment, bit her lower lip lightly, and looked at him with a hesitant expression: "Um... I..."

Chu Jiang said impatiently, "Speak!"

"It's nothing serious, I've been looking for it at home for a long time but haven't found it... so I wanted to ask if you've seen a purse... pink, embroidered with..."

"What purse? Never seen one before."

Qin Su finished gesturing when the man impatiently interrupted her: "Are you done? If you're done, get out!"

A fleeting look of disappointment crossed her face, and she frowned, somewhat troubled: "Oh... then it should be at home. I'll go back and look again."

After saying that, she looked up and glanced at the untouched chicken soup, and said softly, "Then I'll go first. Drink it while it's hot, it's very delicious."

Chu Jiang scoffed, "This is the first time I've heard someone so shameless as to praise themselves."

She paused for a moment, her face flushed again, and she glared at him, seemingly a little angry, but said nothing. She then lifted her skirt, turned around, and left.

This time, there was no turning back.

When his master said "I've never seen it before," Liu Ying subconsciously looked at his waist.

If I remember correctly, I saw the Seventh Prince take it out and look at it this morning; he seemed to like it very much.

But since the master said he hadn't seen it, there must be a reason... just kidding!
The little girl even hid her purse; she's really getting worse and worse as she gets older!
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[What if the tyrant doesn't drink it?] The system couldn't help but ask as soon as it appeared.

Qin Su: "Then that's your problem. You should reflect on why your props didn't work."

system:……

Is it really my fault?
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"What does she mean?"

Chu Jiang looked at the golden, clear chicken soup that emitted an enticing aroma and asked quietly.

Liu Ying pulled her scattered thoughts back: "Perhaps they want to seek His Highness's protection?"

Chu Jiang sneered: "Just a bowl of chicken soup? She's dreaming!"

Liu Ying had been waiting for these words: "This subordinate will take it and throw it away right away!"

Just as his finger was about to touch the bowl, he was struck hard by a dark shadow. Luckily, he managed to get away quickly, or he would have been in excruciating pain.

"Your Highness?"

Liu Ying turned around blankly, her mind racing with turmoil:

Seriously? Seriously? This picky eater isn't really going to drink this chicken soup of dubious origin, is he? Is he out of his mind?
Chu Jiang's face darkened, and he said in a sinister tone, "What kind of look is that?"

Liu Ying felt a shiver run through her body, a chill running from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Her mouth moved faster than her brain could process it:
"Your Highness, I wish to test for poison!"

As he spoke, he took out a silver needle from his waist and put it into the soup.

After a while, without a doubt, nothing changed.

He gave an awkward laugh: "Your Highness, look, it's not poisoned, you can drink it."

Chu Jiang looked at him as if he were a fool: "Did I say I wanted to drink?"

"Huh? Then I..."

"Open the door! Third Miss, my aunt wants you to come over!"

Both of them were martial arts practitioners with excellent hearing. They immediately stopped talking and looked towards the next room.

"It sounds like it's the Prime Minister's mansion causing trouble for Miss Sangsang again," Liu Ying said, looking at her master. "Should we help her?"

Unexpectedly, Chu Jiang glared at her and said, "If you're so eager to help, why don't you just kill her whole family? That'll do the job right away." Liu Ying: ...

Chu Jiang: "Get out!"

Liu Ying: "Alright!"

The bodyguards quickly left, and the room soon became quiet.

Chu Jiang lowered his eyes, his gaze falling once again on the chicken soup in front of him, when a strange "clucking" sound echoed in the room.

The palm pressed against the stomach again with force.

He actually wanted to try it and see just how delicious the chicken soup she described was.

He couldn't remember when it started, but he lost interest in all food. Even if the most exquisite delicacies were placed in front of him, he simply didn't want to eat them.

The person in the palace punished countless imperial chefs in order to ensure he could eat properly, and even considered searching for someone among the common people.

But who it's for, needless to say.

At first, he would only feel disgusted when he encountered food he didn't like; but gradually, he lost interest in any food that was placed in front of him, and even looking at it annoyed him.

He didn't feel hungry, and only when he was so hungry that his stomach ached would he realize how long it had been since he had eaten.

Chu Jiang looked up from the chicken soup: "Someone come here!"

Liu Ying, who had just hidden outside, rolled back inside once again.

A short while later, when he came out, he was carrying the box that Qin Su had sent, and his face showed undisguised surprise.
The Seventh Prince actually asked for chicken soup? Has the sun risen in the west?
Zhang has taken Qin Wanrou away. Aunt Qiu wants you to go with her and help Qin Wanrou take the punishment.

The system informed Qin Su of the situation: [Host, be careful; it's best not to go.]

Qin Su smiled and said, "Don't worry."

She reached out and opened the courtyard gate, her smile vanishing instantly: "What is it?"

The sudden opening of the door startled the lackeys of Qingqiu Courtyard, but upon seeing Qin Su, they regained their arrogance:
"Third Miss, my aunt requests your presence. Please come with us."

Qin Su: "I'm not going."

"what?"

The old woman who delivered the message paused for a moment, then her face darkened: "Third Miss, it's fine if you don't want to go, but you should also think about your aunt. Our aunt said that if you don't want to go, we'll have to ask Aunt Xu to come and have a chat..."

Qin Su deliberately dragged out her words: "Oh—I've made up my mind, I won't go!"

No one truly enjoys being abused. It's just that Qin Sangsang and her mother are at the bottom of the food chain in the Prime Minister's mansion, and the filial daughter is determined to protect her aunt, which is why she compromises time and time again.

But now that person is Qin Su...

"Have you thought this through, Third Miss?"

The old woman hadn't expected Qin Su to be so disobedient today, and her voice became a few decibels as she spoke.

Because Qin Su was to voluntarily go to the main courtyard to "accompany" Qin Wanrou, and she was unwilling, it would be useless to drag her there, so the old women insisted that she "agree".

"I'm not going, that's it. Do whatever you want with me."

After she finished speaking, she slammed the courtyard gate shut, leaving the old women at the door looking at each other in bewilderment.

"It seems that the Third Miss won't shed tears until she sees the coffin; then we'll just have to leave it at that."

The consequences of Qin Su not going soon appeared. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Aunt Xu, who had just finished washing the dishes and was preparing to take a nap, was "invited" to Qingqiu Courtyard as a guest.

As they left, the old women's eyes held an indescribable malice and threat, warning Qin Su that if she disobeyed, her aunt would be the one to suffer.

Aunt Xu didn't want to leave, but the old women were strong and dragged her away by her arms.

It wasn't until evening that the door to the side courtyard was knocked on again.

(End of this chapter)