Little Purple

*PAH!

Qing Li gave a cry as she fell to the ground once more. Madam Hong watched in shock, and Qing Guang could not help but widen her eyes and stare at the scene in front of her.

"You impudent girl! If you are going to punish her, don't leave a mark in a place that people can see. Look at what you've done, not just marks, you even cut her hair! Have you gone insane?"

This was the first time Qing Guang had ever see her father treat Qing Li like this. Before, he never raised his voice at that beautiful second daughter of his.

"Father, that… I was just trying to give Xixi justice," she said pitifully.

"Even if you want to give justice, can you use your head first? What will happen if other officials see her like this? They will immediately question our household harmony!"

"But, but she…"

"Silence!" Qing Peng's face became red out of fury. If the crown prince were to see Qing Guang like this… Qing Peng felt a severe headache coming on. "You dare to talk back to me? It seems that I spoiled you too much."

Qing Peng was about to slap Qing Li again, but Madam Hong jolted and ran to his side. She quickly hugged him and prevented him from hitting Qing Li.

"Husband, husband, I am sorry for not stopping our daughter. Please… Please don't be angry anymore. We will be careful from now…"

After Madam Hong had hugged him, Qing Peng's anger seemed to have dissipated a little. He looked at the face of his most beloved daughter, her beautiful, smooth skin marred an ugly red. Qing Peng's eyes softened as he spoke to his charming daughter. "Fine, just don't let something like this happen again."

"Of, of course not. I will make sure that Li'er will behave."

Qing Guang felt like throwing up blood. How could he feel pity when seeing Qing Li's negligible red skin while he feeling nothing when looking at her miserable state?

What Big Brother said was true. This man is beyond hope, Qing Guang thought.

"Old Master, someone is here to see you," the steward said.

"Who?"

The steward whispered something to Qing Peng.

Qing Peng nodded. He looked at Madam Hong and said, "Something urgent just came up. I need to go to another place tonight and won't be back until morning. You clean this place up and give Guang something so that her hair can grow faster. Don't let anyone see her before her hair is long enough!"

"Yes… Yes, Husband." Madam Hong gulped.

"Good." Qing Peng immediately left the hall.

"Have a safe trip!" Madam Hong smiled like a beautiful flower.

'Poisonous flower.' Qing Guang rolled her eyes.

Qing Li was told to go to her room and treat the skin on her face. After Madam Hong went to send Qing Peng off, she came back with a murderous expression on her face. "Damn, you! What did you do to make him favor you like that?!"

"Favor? You call that giving favor? Then what about his treatment toward your daughter, my dear mother? Wouldn't that be considered worshipping?"


"Shut up!" Madam Hong was about to grab Qing Guang's hair.

Just in time, something flew and hit her hand.

"Agh!" She shouted.

Everyone inside the hall gasped.

"What was that?"

Then, another hit her head. When she screamed and shut her eyes due to the pain, those things hit her eyelid. "My eye!" After that, her leg, which was hit so hard that the Madam fell to her knees and inadvertently kneeled in front of Qing Guang. "What, what is that?!" She screamed.

Qing Guang's eyes were sharper than normal people because she was an archer, so she immediately knew what they were.

'Pebbles? Someone is throwing pebbles at the old slut?'

The pebbles were flying at a very high speed that the people around Qing Guang could not see them.

Qing Guang frowned, knowing that they were just pebbles. When she looked around to search for the perpetrator, she got an idea.

In a very scared tone, she said, "Mother… I think, I think it is a ghost!"