Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

Zhao Yue glanced at the little guy and saw his eagerness, so she warned him in advance: "Don't you dare to tear down the Buddha statues in other people's temples."

"Otherwise, the host might keep you here but not give you any food."

The blatant attempt to intimidate the child elicited a snort of a chuckle from Zhao Qi. She pointed in the direction of Youzhou City and said, "Sister, I'm not a three-year-old. I won't be fooled by you."

"My father is the most powerful man in Youzhou, so the abbot didn't dare to keep me here or deprive me of food."

Upon hearing the first part of her sentence, Zhao Huan straightened her chest, looked down at her younger sister, and asked in confusion, "Aren't you a three-year-old?"

"No, I am three years and three months old."

It's not a three-year-old child.

"Hahaha." Zhao Huan burst out laughing after hearing this.

Zhao Yue looked at her younger sister's puffed-up serious face and felt too embarrassed to laugh out loud. Instead, she clenched her right fist, turned her head away, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Zhao Qi: "..."

She only noticed that the younger brother and older sister were grinning foolishly.

The little body moved back three inches, as if afraid that she would also be infected and become stupid.

Seeing the meaning in her eyes, Zhao Yue could no longer laugh. With a hint of curiosity on her face, she continued the previous topic.

"How do you know our father is the most powerful person in Youzhou?"

Zhao Qi hasn't started school yet.

She crossed her arms and said smugly, "I asked Zhao Dahe, and he told me."

"Zhao Dahe told you that?"

Zhao Huan was taken aback when he heard the name. He knew that his father's two most important confidants were Chief Secretary Ning on the outside and Zhao Dahe on the inside.

The two were only loyal to his father.

Even he couldn't get anything out of Zhao Dahe, so he couldn't believe what Chief Secretary Ning had said.

Zhao Qi didn't understand his overreaction and nodded, "Yes, he told me."

She didn't think there was anything wrong with it; that wasn't the question she asked.

She asked a lot of questions, and Zhao Dahe answered them all.

Zhao Huan pouted, exchanged a glance with his sister Zhao Yue, and pointed at Zhao Qi: "Compared to her, what's wrong with me? Why am I treated differently?"

It's fine if it's just the older brothers and sisters.

But with his younger sister in front of him, he felt uneasy.

Zhao Yue, who was chosen as the referee: "..."

A gust of wind blew in, and the curtain of the carriage window was lifted. She looked out at the tall trees in the forest and the lush green grass beneath them.

They all grew under the same big tree and were bathed in sunlight, yet they differed in height and build.

She didn't answer Zhao Huan's question, but instead thought of the estate at home, carried by the wind.

The estate, which was about fifty acres in size, was discovered by the estate manager when she visited it a year ago. He accidentally let slip that the estate belonged to her younger sister.

Zhao Yue clearly remembered that her mother had told her younger sister that this estate was not among the things she had given her.

In that instant, she felt the sadness of her mother comforting her, as well as the pain of not being favored, but she realized that she was the only one unaware of it.

The eldest and youngest brothers in the family didn't know that the discomfort was divided into three or four parts, so the pain wasn't so bad.

It's probably normal for a mother to be like her father, and for a father to be like his mother.

The younger sister is luckier than her.

The coachman heard the quiet inside and softened the sound of his whip.

Zhao Qi sat on the couch, then moved to Zhao Yue's arms, stretching out her arms: "Sister, hug me."

The next second, she was pulled into someone's arms and fell asleep peacefully.

Zhao Yue looked at the person sleeping on her shoulder and gently patted her. She hadn't said anything when her older brother got the horse she liked.

Now that her younger sister has taken the family estate, she naturally won't say a word.

"Madam, we've arrived," the coachman said to the people inside the carriage.

Zhao Yue nudged her younger sister in her arms and patted her younger brother beside her. The two woke up, wiped their faces, and then got off the carriage.

"Sister, I can walk by myself. It will be tiring for you to carry me." Zhao Qi shifted her body, trying to get off her.

Zhao Yue: "..."

That was really thoughtful.

Zhao Qi walked in the middle, with Zhao Yue and Zhao Huan on either side of her. Of the thirty guards, five stayed behind to watch over the carriage and horses, while the remaining twenty-five followed.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, Zhao Huan carried a cup of tea, and Zhao Yue carried it for a quarter of an hour.

I just arrived at Xining Temple.

Zhao Qi ran with renewed energy, holding the hands of Zhao Yue and Zhao Huan to urge them to hurry.

The guards found out the lady's location, and the three of them immediately went to find her.

In the living room in the backyard.

Wen Zheng was having tea and chatting with his wife, Madam Zhou.

Mei Hua, who had just gone to ask about the vegetarian restaurant, saw her young mistress and husband in front of the courtyard gate. She was stunned for a moment, and Zhao Qi had already gone to greet them.

Tell Meihua that she's disloyal and didn't wait for her.

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You're right, I was wrong.

Zhao Qi felt no sense of accomplishment whatsoever, but Aunt Meihua's sincere expression left her helpless.

"daughter."

"Why."

Wen Zheng subconsciously agreed, and subconsciously looked towards the door. Sure enough, a little figure appeared, with a smiling face and outstretched arms, running towards her.

She instinctively picked him up again.

Then she saw Mei Hua's daughter and youngest son behind her, and gently patted A Qi's bottom.

It must have been the youngest daughter who insisted on coming.

But she certainly couldn't say that about her own child in front of outsiders, so she gave an excuse: her child was a sleepyhead and could only arrive a little late.

Fortunately, Madam Zhou was also a kind and understanding person.

Zhao Qi stayed inside for fifteen minutes, exchanged glances with her brother and sister, and then she wanted to go out.

The other two shared the same idea.

Before the words could be spoken, Zhao Yan and Madam Zhou's daughter, Wu San Niangzi, arrived together. Wu San Niangzi was gentle and had beautiful features. Judging from her expression, the two got along well.

Upon seeing the guards outside the courtyard, Zhao Yan already guessed that her younger brother and sister had arrived.

He smiled and introduced Zhao Yue and Zhao Huan to Wu San Niangzi, and then introduced the little sister in his mother's arms.

Zhao Qi got down from her mother's arms and, imitating an adult, put her hands behind her back and looked at Wu San Niangzi like an examiner.

She circled around Wu San Niangzi once, then around her elder brother once, nodding in a very professional manner, and even mimicking the Taoist priest by touching her non-existent beard.

"Very good, very good."

Wen Zheng smiled and pulled her back, then told Mrs. Zhou about the child's naughty behavior.

"It's better for children to be more lively."

Regardless of whether someone is deliberately saying flattering things to you, kind words are always more pleasing than harsh words.

After their children's marriage was arranged, the Wu family no longer faced difficulties in Youzhou, and the Zhao family no longer needed to be on guard in everything.

I'm just afraid it will cost more money to send to Li Erniu in the palace.

Otherwise, it's not impossible for things to fall apart completely.

The two families left the courtyard and headed towards the temple.

On the way, they encountered Master Huian, who had just returned from his travels. He was bald, wearing a blue robe, and holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Amitabha."

He saw a child with a purple aura emanating from him.