"Little Qingxiao! You're so young, yet so crafty, and you think too much! Father already said that Yun Mu isn't the City Lord of Tiancheng's son! At most, they're master and disciple..." Du Qingxiao was probably startled by her sister's words, and could only laugh and cry at the same time.
"Huh? But you can still call her your master's wife. Master and Master's Wife are just like father and mother, so doesn't that make her our mother? Sister, our seniority is all mixed up." Xuan Qingxiao said with a giggle, without the slightest awareness that she should be embarrassed.
Thunk. She had probably been tapped on the forehead. Xuan Qingxiao cried out softly in pain, then I saw the little girl stick out her tongue with a mischievous grin. By then, I had already passed through the wall and entered Du Qingxiao's boudoir.
Since I wanted to hear what the two girls were talking about, I stood behind the room's folding screen. Knowing what was in Du Qingxiao's heart was actually crucial to my decision. If she was unwilling, I would naturally handle this matter as appropriately as possible, so as to preserve the little girl's dignity.
"Even so, you can't belittle me like that. Hmph, you may look young, but you've got no shortage of little schemes." Du Qingxiao spoke with a huff, somewhat speechless at her little sister.
In truth, little Xuan Qingxiao didn't understand romantic feelings between men and women at all. To her, people and things were simply a matter of liking or disliking them. That was precisely what Du Qingxiao liked about her. Having such an innocent and carefree little sister immediately made up for the sincerity she had lacked while in the Demon Sect.
Du Qingxiao had probably never had a friend from