She dipped a finger into some ointment and smeared it over the back of her hand, then carefully smelled it again.
Su Qiao had a rough idea of what medicinal ingredients the ointment contained. Only then did she turn her gaze to Yuan Wu. "I'll accept the medicine. Thank your master for me."
"Then I'll take my leave."
After receiving Su Qiao's thanks, Yuan Wu was somewhat satisfied. He nodded, vaulted over the courtyard wall, and left the Su residence.
"Little Sister, will there be a problem if you accept it like this?"
Su Qiao turned around and found several of her siblings standing in a neat row, each holding a wooden bowl in one hand and a toothbrush in the other, staring at her hesitantly.
"Perhaps we should tell Grandpa?"
Like his father, Su Yihe thought of the old man first whenever anything happened.
"That would be fine too."
Su Qiao nodded and explained, "Sometimes, refusing can offend people as well."
Some people were simply born with that kind of temperament, especially those who had held high positions for many years. They generally would not tolerate being refused by others.
Her siblings were somewhat confused, but they understood that if Su Qiao did not accept it, the important person above would become angry.
Su Qiao handed the small wooden box to Little Brother and turned toward the main room.
She told the old man what had happened.
The old man puffed at his dry tobacco pipe for a long while before heaving a deep sigh. "Accept it. If you keep refusing, I'm afraid you'll make that lord unhappy."
"That's what I thought too."
Su Qiao took the medicine bottle from the table and put it back into her arms.
*You're clearly coveting his sacred medicine and want to study