The effect was utterly different from Niu Youdao's threats. Guan Fangyi's expression froze, her heart skipping a beat as she understood the consequences of angering this one.
They had not even sent her back to the city yet, and she was already causing trouble. If things went badly, Guan Fangyi might even lose her life over it.
Under Silver Child's furious glare, Guan Fangyi instantly changed her expression, forcing a smile. Quick-wittedly, she pulled another chicken leg from the oil-paper package and waved it.
Silver Child immediately snatched it away.
With the chicken leg in hand, she no longer held it against her. One chicken leg in her left hand and one in her right—what more could she ask for? Satisfied, she forgave her and resumed crunching away at her food.
But Guan Fangyi still had to remind her. "Silver Child, Dao Dao said that if you talk about him again, he'll be unhappy, and he won't give you chicken legs anymore."
At any rate, she no longer made it sound like it was her own idea. She shoved all the blame onto Niu Youdao.
Silver Child turned back, looked at her, then at the chicken legs in her hands, and put on a deeply thoughtful expression. In the end, she took a vicious bite, chewing as she mumbled, "Dao Dao gets mad. Can't mention Dao Dao."
Guan Fangyi was instantly relieved, beaming. "That's right, that's right. We won't mention him anymore."
Once her smile faded, worry filled her face again. With this brain-dead fool, could she really guarantee that Silver Child would not let something slip? Still, fortunately, this foodie could hardly manage a complete sentence anyway.
Under the setting sun on the ancient road, the carriage entered the city and arrived at the Prince's Manor.
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