By the windowsill.
Ye Zhaoxuan lay sprawled against the window. Suddenly, she said in a childish voice, "Elder Sister, hurry and look! A big bad guy died."
Ye Qixin lifted her eyes and glanced over casually, her tone disdainful. "Good riddance. Nothing worth looking at. Even if he hadn't died today, I would have killed him tomorrow."
She kept wiping down her weapon, unwilling to let a piece of trash distract her from important matters.
A sharp weapon called a claw was soon polished spotless. When she was done, she even stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked her paw pads and little claws.
Ye Zhaoxuan turned her head and happened to see it. "Elder Sister, are your nails very long?"
Ye Qixin put away her claws and suddenly laughed. "What is it? Are you going to trim my nails for me?"
Ye Zhaoxuan stuck out her tongue. "Younger Sister wouldn't dare."
Even Mother no longer trimmed Elder Sister's nails.
How could she, as the younger sister, dare to offer an opinion?
Besides, they were not meant for catching her.
Naturally, the longer and sharper they were, the better.
In the not-so-large courtyard, the Ginkgo Tree still rustled in the wind.
Seeing that the Little Princess had stopped speaking, Wu Ming could only change the subject in an attempt to break the awkward silence. She unexpectedly noticed Ye Ranxing studying her, and flattery immediately spilled from her lips. "The Little Little Princess inherited your traits. She is kind and extraordinary by nature, and she will surely become a powerhouse in her own right in the future."
That sight left me silent. Why did it look so familiar?
Back then, I had been flattered because of Ye Qingxian. Today, my baby was being flattered because of me. It really