Sorry, Sister, I Was Being Naughty and Tried to "Destroy the Evidence" in the Flowerbed!

Nan Feng looked at her expressionlessly, his mismatched eyes unblinking.

Then, tears visibly began to gather and swirl in those clear eyes.

Qian Renxue froze, hurriedly waving her hands. "I was wrong! You... you can smear mud on me too!"

Nan Feng did not move or make a sound. He merely looked at her quietly as tears streamed from his eyes like beads from a snapped string, falling without restraint.

This silent crying was a hundred times more terrifying than loud sobbing!

Qian Renxue completely panicked.

Gritting her teeth, she grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and smeared it wildly across her own face. In just a few strokes, she turned herself into an even more bedraggled little mud cat.

"Look!" Qian Renxue's voice trembled with urgency. "Now I look just like you! I really wasn't trying to bully you. I only wanted you to look more like the culprit, so you could take the blame for me!"

Nan Feng did not even look at her. He simply turned his head away, his shoulders twitching as he continued to cry silently.

Now Qian Renxue was truly about to explode from anxiety.

Afraid that Nan Feng would get angry and refuse to take the blame for her, she hurried forward, scooped him into her arms, and raced toward the ornamental pond nearby.

When she reached the pond, Qian Renxue fumbled a clean, soft towel out of her Soul Tool, dampened it with some water, and carefully began wiping Nan Feng's face.

"Don't cry. I really know I was wrong..."

"Look, I even made myself look like this. We're even now, okay?"

As she wiped his face, Qian Renxue awkwardly coaxed him in a soft voice.

This was the first time in her life that she had humbled herself so much to please someone.

Yet Nan Feng remained silent the entire time. He let her wipe his face, only staring quietly and plaintively at her with those reddened mismatched eyes.

Qian Renxue finally experienced the suffocating despair of looking after a child!

But this child was not like ordinary children, throwing tantrums, rolling around, and bawling. If he had, she could at least have yelled at him a little.

Nan Feng's silently tearful, aggrieved appearance made her afraid to say even one harsh word!

Although Nan Feng could shrink his body back to that of a six-year-old and even control his tear glands to make tears pour out, asking a peerless old monster at level ninety-nine to wail like some unruly brat...

The image was too unbearable. He truly could not do it.

This sort of aggrieved act where silence spoke louder than words was just right.

After coaxing him for quite a while, Qian Renxue was sweating profusely with anxiety, just short of kneeling before this little ancestor.

Seeing that the time was right, Nan Feng finally sniffed and spoke, his voice thick with nasal congestion and grievance.

"I... just changed into these clothes. They were new."

"You got them dirty."

Qian Renxue felt as though she had been granted amnesty. She immediately patted her chest and promised, "I'll compensate you! I'll give you new ones! Ten sets! No, even a hundred sets! I'll have the best tailor in all of Spirit City make them for you!"

"As long as you stop crying and keep my secret, okay?"

Nan Feng turned his head away. "I don't want that."

Qian Renxue became anxious. "Then what do you want? Just say it. As long as I can give it to you, I definitely will!"

Nan Feng closed his mouth and fell silent again.

"I'm begging you, little ancestor!"

Qian Renxue grabbed at her hair in despair. "If you want something, just tell me! Or if you want me to do something for you, just make your demand! You won't say a word, so how am I supposed to coax you?"

Nan Feng remained unmoved.

How could he possibly let such a good opportunity slip away so easily?

If he did not torment this proud little girl a bit more and make her learn a hard lesson, who knew how much trouble she would cause in the future?

Qian Renxue had to understand deeply—he was not easy to coax!

Only after paying a painful price and giving him enough emotional reassurance would she not dare provoke him so casually again.

People were like that. The more easily they obtained something, the less they cherished it.

If a few nice words could coax him into forgiving her, she would definitely become even worse next time.

Time passed second by second.

No matter how Qian Renxue promised or begged, Nan Feng was like a stone in a cesspit, impervious to reason.

Qian Renxue had completely run out of options. She slumped beside the pond like a deflated ball.

It was at that moment.

After Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong finished discussing matters, they returned to the rear garden from the front hall.

The moment they entered the garden, they saw the patch of precious flowers burned black and ragged, as though it had been chewed up by dogs.

Then their gazes shifted, and they saw the two little "mud people" sitting by the pond, covered in dirt and soot.

Bibi Dong's expression instantly darkened, but with Qian Xunji present, she forcibly suppressed her anger.

Qian Xunji frowned and strode over. "What are you two doing?"

At the sound of her father's voice, Qian Renxue shuddered violently. Her heart pounded wildly, and her hands twisted together uneasily as she did not dare raise her head.

It was over! Completely over!

When Nan Feng saw Bibi Dong return, he immediately scrambled up and ran toward her on his short little legs.

But just as he was about to throw himself into Bibi Dong's arms, he wisely stopped short, halting one step away.

He looked at his clothes, which were covered in black mud, and lowered his head timidly, as if afraid of dirtying Bibi Dong's dress.

Bibi Dong's eye twitched as she watched Nan Feng's utterly shameless little act.

There was no need to guess. This entire mess had definitely been caused by that old monster!

But since they were putting on an act, Bibi Dong cooperatively crouched down and asked through gritted teeth, "What happened?"

Qian Renxue squeezed her eyes shut, already prepared for Bibi Dong to berate her harshly and glare at her coldly.

However, in the next moment.

Nan Feng lowered his head, awkwardly poking his two chubby little fingers together as he spoke timidly.

"I'm sorry... I was being naughty just now, and I accidentally... ruined Sister's flowerbed."

"I was afraid Sister would be angry... so I thought... I thought I should destroy the evidence."

"So, I asked that big sister to help me clean it up... but then... it ended up like this."

Bibi Dong's eye twitched furiously. "...Destroy the evidence? That's certainly a creative choice of words."

Nan Feng lowered his head even further, wearing the obedient look of someone ready to accept punishment.

Meanwhile, Qian Renxue, standing beside them, was completely stunned by his words.

She abruptly raised her head and stared at Nan Feng in disbelief.

He... he really didn't betray me?!

Qian Xunji was astute enough to instantly see from Qian Renxue's guilty, shocked expression who bore the main responsibility. This child was clearly taking the blame for her.

He immediately went along with it. "These two children have been fooling around. But Dong'er, don't be too angry. Flowers can be replanted once they are gone. How about this? Yue Guan happened to bring back a batch of rare flowers and herbs a few days ago. Tomorrow, I'll have him send someone to deliver them here to your Saintess Palace."

Bibi Dong said coldly, "There is no need, Teacher. This child has been unruly and mischievous. I will discipline him myself."

"Xue'er is not that young anymore," Qian Xunji insisted. "The child was fooling around, and as his older sister, she did not stop him. Instead, she joined in. Naturally, she bears responsibility as well. Consider those flowers and herbs my compensation to you on Xue'er's behalf."

Without giving Bibi Dong another chance to refuse, he turned and walked over to Qian Renxue. Looking at her wretched mud-monkey appearance, he deliberately scolded her sternly.

"Xue'er! How old are you already? How could you lead your little brother into fooling around in the mud like this? Have you no sense of propriety?"

Qian Renxue felt terribly guilty. She did not dare meet either her father's or Bibi Dong's eyes and could only lower her head deeply. "Father, I was wrong..."

After righteously lecturing her a few more times, Qian Xunji turned to Bibi Dong.

"It's getting late. I'll take Xue'er back to get cleaned up first. You should rest early as well."

Bibi Dong dipped her head slightly, her tone icy. "Farewell, Teacher."

Qian Xunji left with Qian Renxue.

Before leaving, Qian Renxue secretly looked back at Nan Feng once, her eyes filled with gratitude and guilt.