After taking the steamed bun, he broke it in half again and handed one half to his son. "You should eat some too. It won't fill you up, but at least it'll line your stomach."
"Mm." Qi Jinghe silently took it and stuffed it into his mouth in one bite.
"Yue'er, take out the medicine powder I told you to hide."
When he had woken up in the carriage, everything he and Old Man Liu had been carrying had been searched and confiscated. The only things left were the two packets of medicine on Little Yue'er.
Even those were there because Su Qiao had previously instructed her son to carry them with him.
Little Yue'er pulled two small Medicine Packets from the little embroidered pouch at his waist. "Here."
"Daddy, Mother said these can poison people unconscious. Are we going to knock them out now?"
"Not yet."
Qi Jinghe carefully tucked the Medicine Packets into his chest.
Yue'er was not disappointed. He nodded with a very mature air.
"That's true. Mother said that whenever we encounter danger, we must think carefully about whether something is feasible.
"If there are too many enemies and they're too powerful, we have to hide first and preserve ourselves, then wait for an opportunity."
A trace of amusement appeared in Qi Jinghe's cool eyes. "Yue'er is amazing. You understood everything your mother said."
"Yue'er isn't amazing. If Yue'er were as good at martial arts as Mother, I could protect Daddy and Grandpa."
Yue'er played with his fingers, looking a little dejected.
Qi Jinghe rubbed his little head. "You're still young. When you grow up, you'll definitely become as amazing as your mother."
"Mm-hmm." Yue'er nodded vigorously.
The dim prison fell quiet again.
But before long, Yue'er's small voice sounded once more.
"Daddy, you were so