If their son Zhou Ye's performance had far exceeded Yalveth's expectations, then their daughter Xigluen's performance had made her frown deeply.
Xigluen had indeed had things go far too smoothly for her since childhood. Compared with the fact that their daughter had lost to Zhou Ye in their duel, Yalveth felt that her inability to accept defeat after losing was the bigger problem.
Just as she was preparing to grab Xigluen back and give her a thorough lecture, Zhou Xu suddenly seized her arm.
"It's the children's business. We shouldn't meddle. Didn't you see that Ye'er has already gone after her?"
While Zhou Xu was speaking, Zhou Ye had already chased after her, calling, "Little sister!"
"This whole thing was started by our daughter. From beginning to end, it's a matter between children. If you go over there now and lecture her, you think you're solving the problem, but in reality, you're escalating the conflict. Just let the siblings work it out themselves."
"What if something happens?"
"What could happen?"
Zhou Xu was remarkably unconcerned.
"Our daughter can't beat Ye'er."
"..."
How am I supposed to argue with that? Yalveth simply fell silent.
Over the next few days, Zhou Xu directly had someone request leave from the school for Zhou Ye, so he could properly look after his little sister and help Xigluen adapt to life here as quickly as possible.
As for Zhou Ye, who had been assigned the task, his daily theme became: "Wherever my little sister goes."
"Little sister? Little sister?!"
From morning to night, Zhou Ye could be seen all over the imperial palace, clutching a handful of snacks and searching everywhere for his little sister. Even Xuan Yu, who happened to be staying in the imperial palace recently, was rendered speechless by it.
"Xuan Yu,