The difference was this.
Yan Xiurong tore some cloth into strips and tied the two children's wrists, then held the other ends in her own hand.
That way, rough hemp rope would not hurt the children's delicate skin.
Xia Qianhui, on the other hand, was trussed up by Uncle Qi with hemp rope, from his hands to his torso and then down to his feet.
Then Uncle Qi tossed him into a corner, leaving all four limbs unable to move.
"This is unequal treatment." Xia Qianhui was deeply displeased with Uncle Qi's methods.
Just look at the two children Miss Yan had tied up. They could move their limbs, run, and jump. If she had not been holding the other ends, they would hardly have looked restrained at all.
He wanted Miss Yan to tie him up like that, too.
Watching the two little children still moving about freely before him, Xia Qianhui's eyes brimmed with envy.
If no one came to rescue them after an hour, at least he would be able to move and get the children out himself.
He struggled a little, then cursed Uncle Qi a few more times.
"You're so noisy," Uncle Qi said. "You're already a father of two, yet you still make such a racket."
Xia Qianhui gritted his teeth and muttered indistinctly under his breath, "I did want to be her father before, but Ninth Imperial Uncle never gave me the chance... mmph."
Before Xia Qianhui could finish, Uncle Qi casually picked up a handkerchief from the floor and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Who are you muttering curses at?" Uncle Qi grumbled, then added helplessly, "You're getting a bargain here. Our young miss embroidered this handkerchief herself. Having it used to gag you is a blessing."
Xia Qianhui had still been