Ye Zhaoxuan had always spoken in a soft voice, making it easy for people to mistake her for a little girl with an equally gentle temperament. Yet among the three daughters, she was the one with the strongest ideas, the firmest opinions, and the most stubborn nature.
Ye Zhaoxuan usually appeared calm and unconcerned, as though nothing anyone said could anger her. It was only because no one had touched her bottom line.
Once that line was crossed, she could immediately argue things down to the last detail with anyone. This had happened before; otherwise, Ye Xiaoyao would not still be too afraid to reveal even the slightest hint, and even Ye Qingxian had become like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, terrified that one careless move would make this pure-white little dumpling explode.
Make no mistake.
The child who usually seemed the most sensible would also be the hardest to coax once she fell out with her family.
Just like now.
She clutched her mother's large hand, her gaze slightly pitiful as though testing the waters. "Mother, are you really sick? When elder sister spoke to you just now, you were still lost in thought and staring blankly. You obviously haven't fully woken up yet..."
I coughed inwardly and explained without changing expression, "Yesterday, I was meditating and thinking over a new spell, so I stayed up a little late. Xiao Xuan, it isn't that Mother is unwell. I simply stayed up late yesterday. Don't worry, I'll probably be back to normal by tomorrow. You know that I still need to awaken my bloodline. Of course, I need to maintain the basic eight to ten hours of sleep a normal person gets."
It was a rather clumsy excuse, and Ye Zhaoxuan was only half-convinced. Still,