"What is going on?"
The Old Madam spoke up, while Qin Qin's words left Qian Yiling speechless. When they had betrothed their unborn children back then, they had indeed said-if they had a boy and a girl, their families would become in-laws; if they both had girls, the children would become sworn sisters; if they both had boys, they would become brothers.
How could she have foreseen that a casual remark would come true twenty years later, or that these two children would share such a profound bond? If she could have broken apart these mandarin ducks with a swing of her stick, she would have done so long ago.
Dongfang Minghui glanced into Seventh Sister's dark, fathomless eyes and felt a little frightened. She tugged at the Second Madam's sleeve and pleaded softly, "Mother, stop. Please stop talking."
Yet Qin Qin suddenly turned around and stared sternly at Dongfang Minghui. "Did you know everything all along?"
Dongfang Minghui immediately felt everyone's gazes shift onto her. She edged back a small step, scarcely daring to look at Qian Wanyu's expression. "Mother, know what?"
Seeing her guilty expression, Qin Qin spoke almost to herself. "Of course. I had your cousin pass our clan's greatest treasure to you. You must have found some way to read the ancestral teachings inside, didn't you?"
Dongfang Minghui's heart trembled. She wanted to shake her head, but Seventh Sister knew she had read it. Little Lecher was also jumping up and down in her soul sea, clamoring, "The White Silk Scroll! Dongfang Minghui, did you read the ancestral teachings behind my back? Tell me what was in there!"
Qian Wanyu paid no attention, merely casting her a sidelong glance before turning back to Qin Qin. "Second Madam, you still haven't explained why you're so certain Ninth