Go Steal Your Mother's Diary

"Yangyang, go steal your mother's notebook."

"Steal?"

"Me...?"

Ye Qixin pointed at herself with one hand, her eyes gradually widening.

What was Mother Ye Qingxian talking about?

Did she mean... she was supposed to steal her own mother's diary?

And then hand it over for her to read?

When she got strung up from a tree and beaten, who would cry injustice for her?

Ye Qingxian had exhausted every possible effort.

Yet all she had learned was that Junior Sister had somewhere she desperately wanted to go.

There was a high chance that this was somewhere the baby herself wanted to go.

Beyond that, there was simply no opportunity to learn the specific address.

In a forest carpeted with fallen leaves and dead trees, a little girl with snow-white hair stood before the Maiden. Ye Qixin's eyes slowly widened, her tone full of disbelief, as though she was not quite sure what she had just heard.

"What if I get caught and strung up for a beating?"

"No, no, no."

Ye Qixin refused again and again.

Not even Mother Ye Qingxian could ask that of her.

Ye Qingxian coaxed, "Only you can do it."

"Mm, why me?" Ye Qixin pointed at herself, her voice steadily rising. "Is it because my skin's tougher, so one beating won't matter, huh? Why don't you steal it? You're so strong, your cultivation is so high—stealing a little notebook should be as easy as lifting a hand."

Ye Qingxian gave an awkward smile, not the least bit embarrassed at being seen through. "Isn't it because you're more favored? Even if you get caught, your mother definitely won't have the heart to hit you."

Ye Qixin suddenly stamped her feet. "I'm only three! Only three!"

"And you're already ordering me to do bad things. What kind