The Look One Gives Trash—Ye Xiaoyao, with Her Brand-New Attribute, Asked Whether She Believed in Her?
Ye Qingxian immediately caught on and completely understood her Junior Sister's hint.
How could she possibly not believe Xiaoyao?
All that remained was to watch her Junior Sister perform.
The moment I appeared, I seized the absolute peak of the momentum.
That was thanks to the coincidental cooperation Ye Zhaoxuan had stumbled into, thoroughly placing the old Daoist in the position of someone luring an ignorant child astray.
It was not only those falsely accused who knew how grievous it felt to be wronged. Wasn't there another party right in front of them—the very person doing the wronging—who knew better than anyone how the old Daoist was suffering snow in June?
Ye Zhaoxuan's little face was exceedingly solemn. As she spoke, she even stretched out her small hand, pointing her index finger at the old Daoist as she complained, "Mother, it was this strange person. He must have led Younger Sister astray. Younger Sister wasn't like this before. She was clearly the most well-behaved girl in the world, so how could she think of doing bad things?" She made it sound utterly convincing, and coupled with her usual image, it really was difficult not to believe her.
The old Daoist was dumbfounded.
What kind of farce was this? He had only just met Princess, and before he could even say a word, one of these sweet-looking, black-hearted little princesses had wronged him like this.
He—was wronged!
At the same time.
Ye Ranxing, who had just been called well-behaved, stared at her elder sister in utter disbelief. Then she raised a finger to point at her own chin, her exaggerated and vacant eyes seeming only one step away from writing the question "Am I sure