"You're not my older sister at all. I don't have an older sister."
"I couldn't possibly be mistaken. You're my auntie, Aunt Lian, my mother's maid."
Su Qiao chewed one mouthful after another of the fragrant meat, her eyes wide and round.
She still did not forget to point her greasy finger at the corner of Su Yue's eye:
"Look, you have a black mole here, just like Aunt Lian. You also have one on the inside of your thigh. I remember it very clearly."
"I also remember that you were always following behind my mother. You often carried a big jar in your hands, with lots of bugs crawling inside."
Su Yue's mother, Li Xiaolian, had been Su Qiao's mother Helan's maid and had once learned Gu Poison Arts from Helan.
Su Qiao's memories contained fragments like this.
"Someone, take her away at once! Today is His Majesty's birthday. If you disturb His Majesty, can you afford to bear the consequences?"
Su Yue's face had turned horribly ugly, and she looked somewhat flustered.
She had never expected Su Qiao to blurt out such nonsense.
Forcibly suppressing the fury in her eyes, Su Yue looked apologetically at the silent King:
"Your Majesty, my younger sister's illness has flared up again. It's all my fault for failing to have someone watch her properly. She actually sneaked here."
"Heh, Your Majesty shouldn't be afraid of a little girl, should he?"
Ye Jinghua was becoming more and more interested.
Whether it was the little girl Su Qiao or the things she had said.
Ye Beiyao's expression stiffened slightly. "Imperial Uncle must be joking. How could I possibly be afraid of a little girl?"
His attention had focused on one of Su Qiao's remarks.
There's also one on the inside of her thigh.
How