Xu Lingyin: Big Bro, Am I Your Little Sweetheart?

Mr. Li recognized the two servants; they were servants from the chubby boy's household, responsible for escorting him to and from the palace.

The two had obviously received a tip from some "spies" outside, knowing that their young master had been injured and that the situation was quite serious, because the private school had invited a doctor.

With a clear purpose, they barged into the inner courtyard, entered the house, and immediately saw the chubby boy lying unconscious on the bed.

"Young Master."

One of the servants cried out in alarm, rushed to the bedside, and checked his breathing; he was not dead.

The tense body finally relaxed, followed by a surge of anger. Although the young master was beaten in the school, the master and mistress were not judges. They would only think that the young master was injured while studying, and that those responsible for protecting him should be punished.

Two servants glared at the crowd, staring at Mr. Li, and shouted, "Which little brat hit my young master?"

Mr. Li coughed lightly and said gently, "This is a misunderstanding. Please take him back first, and I will personally visit you later."

He planned to wait for Xu Lingyin's family to arrive first, and then discuss visiting them to apologize.

He mediated and resolved the matter peacefully.

After all, it was a vicious fight between children that happened in his private school, and if it escalated, it would have a very bad impact on his reputation.

The servants were even more vulgar than the warriors.

"Don't give me that crap! All I know is that our young master was beaten. If you don't hand him over, I'll report him to the authorities!" the servant shouted.

Another person blocked the entrance to the courtyard, preventing anyone from leaving.

Mr. Li sneered, "The 'Explanations of the Law' stipulates: 'Those under the age of fifteen and those who are disabled and commit crimes punishable by exile or less shall be redeemed. Those under the age of ten who commit treason or murder and deserve to die shall be redeemed upon petition; those who steal or injure others shall also be redeemed.'"

"After leaving the private school, turn right and walk for half an hour to reach the government office. You two should hurry back."

In short, if a young child commits a crime, a ransom can be paid instead of criminal punishment.

The two servants, unable to win a legal argument against Mr. Li, were both angry and furious, and rolled up their sleeves, ready to strike.

At this moment, a boy pointed at Xu Lingyin and shouted, "She's the one who hit him! She beat him to death with a bamboo stick!"

"So it was you!"

At this moment, the servant noticed that Mr. Li was intentionally or unintentionally blocking a little girl. Actually, he had just noticed, but both of them had their attention focused on several chubby-faced boys.

That little girl was plain-looking and didn't seem very bright; who would have thought she would be the one who hit someone?

However, after his perception changed, the servant suddenly realized that the girl was quite robust, with a round face, a round belly, and round hands and feet.

A great deal of strength.

"Take away!"

One of the servants picked up the chubby boy, while the other servant grabbed Xu Lingyin by the neck.

"What are you trying to do?" Mr. Li asked, his beard bristling and eyes wide.

"Go!"

The servant shoved him aside and roared, "I don't care about any laws! If you hit someone, you have to take responsibility! I'm taking her back to the manor now and handing her over to the master and mistress for punishment. If you know what's good for you, hurry up and notify this brat's family to come to the Zhao manor to ransom her."

He sneered, "Too late. If you're missing limbs, don't blame us."

A beating is the least they can do; injuring their young master is far more serious than just giving him a silver coin. Once they get back to the manor, this girl will undoubtedly receive a severe beating.

"I won't go, I won't go, I want to wait for my mother." The little boy was picked up, kicking his legs wildly in angry protest.

"Tui tui," the little boy spat at him.

"Behave yourself."

The servant, already seething with anger, slapped him across the face.

Before the slap could land, it was blocked by Mr. Li, who reacted quickly. His hair and beard bristled, and he roared:

"I am a scholar, a scholar with official rank. If you dare to lay a finger on her, you can expect to face legal trouble."

The servant scoffed, "So what if you're a scholar? People come to our mansion to pull strings during holidays. Don't underestimate scholars; there are plenty of officials too. Who do you think you are, you old geezer? Get out!"

She shoved Mr. Li aside and walked out with her companion.

Xu Qi'an rode his horse, trotting along in the warm sunshine, and complained:

"It's just a broken bracelet, and Auntie has been thinking about it for so long. Why didn't she ask Uncle to deal with it?"

The aunt still came along, because she remembered the bracelet she bought for Xu Lingyin, which was still missing. Taking advantage of Xu Qi'an's return and having someone to rely on, she planned to confront the private school teacher.

"His Majesty held a spring sacrifice recently, so your second uncle didn't have time to deal with these trivial matters."

The curtains were drawn back, revealing my aunt's face, with a pointed chin and bright red lipstick on her lips.

Regardless of the era, women who are confident in their beauty will always put on makeup before going out.

"Didn't Erlang come back?" Xu Qi'an said casually.

She rolled her eyes at her nephew and said, "Erlang is going to participate in the imperial examinations; his mind isn't on this. Besides, Erlang doesn't have any official rank yet, and he's not as good at fighting as you martial artists; he's all talk."

Xu Qi'an thought to himself, "Erlang's mouth can make a martial artist explode on the spot. Its destructive power is astonishing, okay?"

It's pitiful to think about Erlang, even though his aunt always says things like "Erlang is going to participate in the imperial examination" and "Erlang, your mother will take good care of you."

But she still entertained herself in the same way as usual.

At most, I'd give Erlang an extra meal during dinner and offer some verbal concern.

A mother with such a strong personality as her aunt is truly a rare find in this era. Xu Qi'an fell silent, admiring the scenery along the street.

He thought of something: the reason his maternal grandfather married his aunt to his second uncle was probably because he knew that his daughter could not become a noblewoman in the Aristocratic Clan family.

So it's better to let her rely on her beauty and suffer bullying in the Aristocratic Clan family than to marry into a family of modest means, but one that knows how to cherish her.

Therefore, we stopped teaching her to read and write.

The aunt lowered the curtains, leaned close to Xu Lingyue's ear, and whispered, "After you receive Lingyin, Lingyue, take Dalang to the jewelry shop."

"And while you're at it, buy some jewelry for Mother too, right?" Xu Lingyue glanced at her mother.

"No need, I can choose for myself," Auntie said.

"..." Xu Lingyue said helplessly, "Actually, Mother thinks that eldest brother is more reliable, right? So as soon as eldest brother came back, you couldn't wait to find him to uphold justice."

"I didn't say that," the aunt denied vehemently.

Xu Lingyue smiled, not exposing him. In this family, although her second brother had a promising future, he hadn't yet made it big. As for their father, he had become a seasoned veteran in the officialdom over the years, and he wouldn't easily get angry or make enemies.

It's impossible to expect him to get into a fight with someone over a bracelet.

Only the eldest brother was a free spirit and a rogue, yet he was also Nightwatchers, wielding real power. In addition, he had extensive connections in official circles and was not afraid of trouble.

However, after so many years of fighting with her older brother, there's no way she'd admit to relying on her unfortunate nephew.

They soon arrived at the private school. The carriage stopped by the roadside, and the driver took down a small wooden stool, saying, "Madam, Miss, we've arrived."

Aunt and Lingyue lifted the carriage curtain and got out.

Xu Qi'an said, "I'll go tie up the horse first, then buy some food for Lingyin. Aunt and Lingyue, you two go in first."

"Can't we buy it after we receive it?" the aunt said, holding her daughter's hand.

The surprise was different, especially for a little foodie like Xu Qi'an. He smiled and offered no explanation.

The aunt pursed her lips and went into the private school with Xu Lingyue.

As soon as she went inside, the aunt heard her young daughter crying, and then saw her being carried out by a burly man.

Xu Lingyin struggled desperately, but she couldn't overcome the fact that the other person was an adult.

"Who are you? What are you doing kidnapping my daughter?" The aunt stopped two servants, her brows furrowed in anger.

"Mother, Mother, they are bad people, bad people! Tell Big Brother to beat them!" Xu Lingyin shouted, gesturing wildly towards the servants as she did so.

"Are you this girl's mother?"

The servant scrutinized his aunt, his gaze lingering on her; he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life.

Then, his gaze fell on Xu Lingyue, and he was surprised again.

However, seeing that his aunt and Xu Lingyue were not followed by any servants, the servants immediately felt relieved and put on fierce expressions:

"Your girl hit my young master, we're taking him away."

The aunt naturally disagreed and tried to stop her from leaving, but the servants were even more shameless, deliberately bumping into her to force her to back away.

Another servant followed suit and went to bump into Xu Lingyue.

The two servants laughed loudly.

Xu Lingyue retreated in a panic, forced to the courtyard gate, tripped on the threshold, cried out and fell, bumping into a warm and broad shoulder.

She turned her head and saw Xu Qi'an. Her eyes immediately welled up with tears. "Big Brother."

Xu Qi'an, holding fried fish balls and meat pies, steadied Xu Lingyue and squinted at the two servants. "She's my sister."

The aunt, relieved to have a man there to back her up, leaned closer to her nephew.

The servants stopped making a scene, but remained defiant, glaring at Xu Qi'an: "Your sister injured my young master, and he's barely clinging to life."

Actually, when we came out just now, the doctor explained that there was no danger to his life.

But the servants certainly wouldn't say it outright; they needed to be in the right to speak with confidence—a skill even the most rustic villagers understood.

"This is an insult to scholarship, an insult to scholarship."

At this moment, Mr. Li also came out and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his aunt.

"Mr. Li, what's going on?" the aunt demanded loudly.

Mr. Li recounted the incident and said helplessly, "Your family is indeed in the wrong here. Please give me some face and resolve this amicably."

It turned out their food had been stolen. Xu Qi'an nodded and said, "Alright, put my sister down, and you guys go call this kid's parents."

He figured he'd lose money, but at least the little one didn't suffer any loss.

Xu Qi'an has always been a reasonable person.

"Let you XXXX"

The servant carrying Xu Lingyin cursed, saying, "What if you run away? We're taking this girl with us. Even the Heavenly King himself can't stop us."

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. How about this, I'll go to the Zhao residence with you all," Old Master Li hurriedly tried to warm things up.

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a blur before his eyes, and the young man's figure vanished.

Then, a loud slap came from behind, followed by a dull "thud," as if someone had fallen.

The old man immediately turned around and saw the young man holding Xu Lingyin under his armpits, with a servant lying unconscious at his feet. Several broken teeth were sticking out of his mouth, and blood was flowing continuously.

"Bah! How dare a mere servant be so arrogant? Let's see who your master is!"

Xu Qi'an has always been a reasonable person.

Another servant was holding a child. Xu Qi'an didn't punish him, but glared at him and said, "Go find your master."

The servant glanced at him warily, then ran out without a word.

"Big pot!"

Xu Lingyin stopped crying immediately, and was carried upside down by Xu Qi'an under his armpits, bouncing around like a fish.

His aunt was unhappy with his rough treatment of her daughter, so she took Xu Lingyin away and examined her carefully, asking, "Is there anything that hurts?"

Xu Lingyin touched her head nonchalantly. "My head hurts. He punched me twice."

Her aunt's face suddenly darkened.

Xu Qi'an narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who hit you, that chubby kid or an adult?"

"Little Fatty."

Xu Qi'an said "Oh," walked up to Li Bingyi, and asked, "Sir, what do you think should be done about this?"

He wanted to consult the "school teachers" first.

Li Bingyi pondered for a moment and said, "Zhao Chuan is injured and will probably be bedridden for a few days. Be more courteous and offer some compensation to settle this. His uncle is a senior official in the Ministry of Revenue's Selection Department."

The implication is that you can't compete with their background. If things escalate, you'll lose no matter what.

"We won't pay any money." The aunt, hands on her hips, relied on her nephew's support and said fiercely, "Who cares about doctors or anything like that?"

"He is Principal Fifth Rank," Li Bingyi said.

"Ningyan, let's go home quickly," her aunt said, turning her head.

"Why are you backing down so quickly?" Xu Qi'an said irritably. "Why go home? It would be even more embarrassing if they made a scene at our house. Let's just settle this here."

After waiting for an hour, parents gradually came to pick up their children and take them home.

Xu Qi'an's ears twitched as he heard a cacophony of footsteps.

The servant returned, followed by a middle-aged man dressed as a wealthy man and a woman dressed in gold and silver, looking like a noblewoman, not very old, in her early thirties.

And a dozen or so servants wielding sticks.

"Master, it was that girl who hit the young master. And that boy, not only did he protect that damned girl, he also injured someone," the servant complained.

The woman started cursing as soon as she saw Xu Qi'an and his group.

The middle-aged man, suppressing his anger, sized up Xu Qi'an: "Who are you? Which government office do your elders work for?"

Xu Qi'an said, "My name is Xu Qi'an, and I am..."

Before he could utter the words "Nightwatchers," the middle-aged man interrupted him coldly, "I'm asking about your elders."

"My uncle, Xu Pingzhi, is a centurion of the Imperial Saber Guard."

The middle-aged man let out an "Oh," the last syllable of his voice lingering. How dare a mere daughter of a centurion of the Imperial Saber Guard injure his precious son?

This matter is not over.

"I'll give you two choices: one, pay me five hundred taels of silver in compensation; two, I'll take this girl to the yamen."

"Five hundred taels?" Auntie exclaimed in shock, "Even if you beat your son to death, you couldn't afford five hundred taels. Don't even think about it."

"You wretch, how dare you speak like that!" The woman dressed as a wealthy lady, who had just stopped cursing, flew into a rage upon hearing this, pointing at her aunt and spitting as she cursed:

"Look at this family, not a single decent person. No wonder the daughter is so wild; she has a seductive mother. They're all no good."

My aunt, hands on her hips, sneered, "Looking like such a deformed monster, you dare to come out and embarrass yourself? Bah!"

The woman flew into a rage, strode forward, and raised her hand to slap her aunt.

My aunt screamed.

"Smack!"

Xu Qi'an slapped the woman so hard she staggered, her face turning bright red.

The woman glared at him angrily.

"Smack!"

Xu Qi'an slapped him again.

The woman lost her balance and fell to the ground, crying out, "Master, what are you waiting for? I'm about to be beaten to death!"

The middle-aged man was already furious. Seeing that negotiations were failing, he hardened his face and waved his hand, saying, "Give me the call."

The servants swarmed forward.

The woman pointed at her aunt and screamed, "Kill this bitch!"

Xu Qi'an pulled his aunt and Lingyue behind him and kicked the servant at the front.

The stick slipped from his hand, and the servant, weighing over 100 pounds, flew out onto the street.

He used a clever technique in that kick.

The dozen or so servants stopped in their tracks, gripping their sticks, and dared not advance.

The power of that kick just now was something an ordinary person couldn't achieve; this guy is a trained fighter.

It turned out he was a trained martial artist. The middle-aged man whispered a few words to a servant beside him, and the servant immediately ran away.

"This is the capital city; violence won't solve anything. Young hero, your sister assaulted someone; you deserve an explanation." The middle-aged man's face was grim.

"Your son even stole my sister's food," Xu Qi'an said with a sidelong glance and a sneer.

While comforting the young girl, the aunt also comforted the frightened Lingyue. She looked up at Xu Qi'an and immediately felt a sense of security.

It wasn't for nothing that my mother raised him.

"He's just a child. What child doesn't have a sweet tooth? What's the big deal? You're arguing with a child over such a small thing. Have you no shame?" the woman said loudly.

She was somewhat wary and didn't dare to speak so bluntly.

Xu Qi'an ignored her.

"So what do you want?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Your son first stole my sister's food and then hit her. Therefore, I am only willing to pay ten taels of silver in compensation," Xu Qi'an stated his position.

He could explain things logically and physically, but it was a fact that Xu Lingyin had injured someone, even though there was a reason for it. Based on Xu Qi'an's experience from his previous life, he knew that in dealing with such matters, one should judge based on the severity of the injury.

However, it'll only be a small loss; more is impossible.

The middle-aged man sneered.

After a brief standoff, a squad of constables from the government office arrived. The leader was a middle-aged man with sharp eyes and a face as red as a jujube.

Three catchers followed behind him.

His gaze swept quickly across the crowd in the courtyard, and he said in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

The servant who reported to the authorities said that someone had injured people in the marketplace, but the head constable of the prefectural government did not believe only one side of the story.

"My name is Zhao Shen, and my uncle is a senior official in the Ministry of Personnel's Selection Department." The middle-aged man bowed.

The head constable quickly returned the greeting with clasped hands. "Master Zhao."

The middle-aged man nodded habitually, pointed at Xu Qi'an, and said, "This man has broken the law by force, allowing my sister to severely injure my son, and later even assaulted and injured everyone in my household. I beg you, sir, to uphold justice."

The constable stared at Xu Qi'an for a moment, feeling that this handsome man looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"Lock it up."

The two catchers removed their ropes and approached Xu Qi'an.

"Officer, are you sure you want to believe only one side of the story?" Xu Qi'an frowned.

The head constable raised his hand to stop the two constables. "You speak."

"What else is there to say? My son only ate some of his sister's food, and that wretched girl beat him severely. Not only did she not admit her mistake, she even attacked and injured my servants. Is there no justice in this world? Is there no law in this world?"

The woman cried and screamed.

The constable immediately looked at Mr. Li and the doctor who had not yet left.

"That's true, but the Zhao family's arrogance was also quite outrageous," Mr. Li gave a fair answer.

The doctor said, "The child will need to stay in bed for several days to recover."

The constable nodded slowly. His arrogance was normal; anyone would be angry if their child was injured.

"Take them away!" the head constable said in a deep voice.

When the little boy saw the police about to lock up his older brother, he yelled angrily, "He stole my food first!"

She spat at the catchers, preventing them from locking up her older brother.

"He even stole my bracelet!" Xu Lingyin cried out.

"What?!"

The aunt was both shocked and furious. It turned out that the culprit who stole the bracelet was this boy from the family. Recalling how he had stolen Lingyin's food and punched her earlier that day, the aunt's eyes reddened, and she gritted her teeth:

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous!"

Um?

Xu Qi'an was taken aback, then turned his head and asked, "Did that chubby kid also steal the bracelet?"

Xu Lingyin nodded vigorously. "Yes, it's a big pot."

If this conflict were merely a dispute between children, Xu Qi'an would naturally not hold a grudge against a child; he would simply pay for some medicine and let it go. This is also why he has not revealed his identity or bullied others.

But that was clearly not the case; this wasn't the first time that chubby boy had bullied Xu Lingyin. He obviously thought the little girl was easy to bully and was venting his violence on her at will.

This time, however, they ran into a snag, touched a raw nerve with the little one, and suffered a backlash.

This is bullying, and it cannot be tolerated.

"So it was your kids who did it. Last time they bullied my sister and stole her priceless bracelet. This time, seeing her expensive food, they tried to steal it again and even hit my sister." Xu Qi'an grinned.

"Now you're bullying me again, blocking the school and extorting five hundred taels of silver from me."

"What bracelet?" the middle-aged man scoffed. "A baseless accusation."

His wife, standing beside him, glanced at him, as if she had thought of something.

Xu Qi'an looked at the head constable and said, "Officer, this is what happened. The boy from the Zhao family has repeatedly bullied my sister, stole her jade bracelet, and this time he stole her food. My sister couldn't take it anymore, so she took action."

"That bracelet is quite valuable. You're not after me, you're after them. Please, officer, help me recover my lost item."

The woman shouted, "What bracelet? There's no such thing! My son is a well-educated man; how could he do such a thing? Sir, they not only injured our son but also slandered him!"

The middle-aged man's face was grim. He cupped his hands and said, "Officer, please arrest this scoundrel. I will go and fetch my uncle to uphold justice."

The last sentence played a crucial role; upon hearing it, the head constable no longer hesitated and shouted, "Lock him up and take him back to the yamen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young man in front of him take out a bright orange object from his pocket and casually toss it over.

The constable instinctively tried to dodge, but as the gold medal flew by, he saw the man's face clearly, his expression changed drastically, and as he reached out to take it, his knees thudded to the ground.

Holding the gold medal in both hands, he said in a trembling voice, "My... my sir."

As the head constable of the government office, he often assisted the chief constable in handling major cases, and he had seen the imperial gold medal several times.

What happened?

The Zhao couple's expressions changed.

They didn't recognize the gold medal, but the constable's reaction was the best reference point.

Wasn't it said that his elder was a centurion of the Imperial Saber Guard? What's going on? Is this kid of high status? Why didn't he just say so earlier?

A series of questions flashed through his mind, and he immediately thought of his uncle, who was a Principal Fifth Rank official in the Ministry of Personnel's Selection Department. However, the power he wielded was such that even fourth-rank officials treated him with utmost respect and dared not offend him.

I felt a little more at ease.

Xu Qi'an stared at the head constable and asked, "What's your name?"

The head constable lowered his head, reflecting on his earlier choice, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "This humble servant is Zhu Ying."

Xu Qi'an nodded. "I am investigating this case by imperial decree. This is a gold medal bestowed by His Majesty. Zhu Ying, right? You are a talented person. I admire you very much and have decided to invite you to work with me on this case and to keep the gold medal safe for me."

He paused, then said quietly, "Losing the gold medal means the entire family will be executed."

A bead of sweat, the size of a bean, rolled down and hit the ground.

Zhu Ying said in a trembling voice, "This subordinate obeys."

Xu Qi'an nodded in satisfaction. "Kneel down."

Then, he pointed at Zhao Shen and his wife and said, "Take these two away from me."

This was said to the three catchers.

The three young catchers looked at Zhu Ying, who didn't dare to lift her head. She was both angry and anxious, and her voice trembled. "What are you standing there for? Do as I say!"

The three catchers quickly apprehended Zhao Shen and his wife.

"My uncle is a senior official in the Ministry of Personnel, Principal Fifth Rank- Principal Fifth Rank!" Zhao Shen exclaimed, filled with shock and anger.

The catcher brandished his scabbard and lashed out at him. Only after being beaten did he calm down and turn to his servants, shouting, "Quickly, go fetch my uncle!"

Xu Qi'an led his aunt and sisters away from the school, saying helplessly, "We can't play today. I have to go back to the Nightwatchers's office to deal with this. Aunt, will you come with me, or go back to the manor first?"

The aunt glanced at the little boy; after all, it was her daughter's matter. She gritted her teeth and said, "Go to the yamen."

Those two were so hateful. Going back home now will only make me angrier.

After the people left, Mr. Li carefully reviewed his actions, confirming that he hadn't made any mistakes. Feeling slightly relieved, he walked over to the head constable, who was still kneeling there, and said:

"Officer, which government office did that official work for, and what rank does he hold?"

"I don't know." Head Constable Zhu, filled with remorse, contemplated drawing his sword to commit suicide, cursing under his breath:

"What's the point of holding a certain official rank? This is a gold medal, a gold medal, do you understand?"

Mr. Li, the gold medalist, swayed, and his hands began to tremble.

That stupid girl's family has such a person in their ranks?!

He was extremely grateful that he had acted fairly and had not favored the Zhao family; otherwise, he would have lost his reputation and his life.

Thinking of this, his gaze toward Constable Zhu was filled with pity.

On the way to the Nightwatchers's office, Xu Qi'an rode on horseback with Xu Lingyin sitting in his lap.

She had a meat pie in her left hand and a bag of fried fish balls in her right, and she was eating happily.

"What happened just now, Lingyin, did you feel relieved?" Xu Qi'an probed, "Big brother will beat them up for you, they'll be lucky to escape with their lives."

What's most infuriating about this kind of bullying isn't the physical punishment, but the psychological trauma it inflicts on a child's young mind.

"Lingyin, Lingyin?"

Xu Qi'an nudged his younger sister.

Xu Lingyin looked up from the food, her large, clear eyes sparkling. "What did you say, Big Pot?"

"Does that make you feel better?"

"Um."

Do you know what it means to feel relieved?

"Um."

"Big brother will teach that fat kid's parents a lesson."

"Um."

Your second brother is dead.

"Um."

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It's all just a perfunctory excuse. I'm so stupid, really, to care about the mental health of such a foolish child.

After walking for a while, Xu Lingyin finished her food, frowned slightly, and looked up, saying, "Big brother, I..."

Xu Qi'an lowered his head and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Xu Lingyin vomited into his arms with a "whoosh," then looked at him with pity and said, "I feel like throwing up."

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Xu Qi'an's lips twitched.

"It's the same whether you throw up first or talk about it later."

"Completely different, okay?"

I think they're the same.

"Don't tell me what you think, tell me what I think. You should have said you were uncomfortable earlier. Never mind, I'll beat you up when we get home." Xu Qi'an was exasperated.

"Then I'll eat it back," Xu Lingyin blinked, seeking her older brother's opinion.

"You!" Xu Qi'an cried out in anguish, "How could my Xu Household produce such a stupid and greedy child like you?"

He turned and yelled at the carriage, "Auntie, your daughter vomited all over me! Quickly, get your handkerchief!"

The aunt lifted the curtain, glanced inside, and handed over a handkerchief with a look of disdain.

Xu Lingyue exclaimed in surprise, "Mother, you're holding my handkerchief!"

"I know, Lingyin threw up. Wipe Dalang's throat."

"Why don't you use your own?" Xu Lingyue said, feeling wronged.

"I find it disgusting."

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Auntie changed the subject, saying regretfully, "I was too soft-hearted and didn't handle it well. That shrew slapped me; I should have raised my hand to block it first, and then slapped her back, instead of hiding behind your older brother. Now, Mother is getting angrier and angrier the more she thinks about it."

Many people feel secretly angry afterward, wondering why they didn't do the best response when they could have done it this way or that way, and the more they think about it, the more resentful they become.

Xu Lingyin looked at the large pot and wiped the food she had vomited out, saying regretfully, "They ran out on their own."

"It's okay, you've made a profit." Xu Qi'an stroked her head. "You can have lunch again later. Usually you can only eat once, but now you can eat twice. From now on, you can eat one bite and spit it out, your stomach will never be full, so you can eat forever."

"Really?"

Xu Lingyin was delighted to hear this, thinking to herself that Da Guo was really clever.

"Really." Xu Qi'an nodded.

But you'll get a beating from your mother first.

"Big brother, am I your little darling?" Xu Lingyin asked.

Xu Qi'an retorted in surprise, "That's even more absurd than what my brother said."

The little boy replied, "Last night I heard Dad call Mom my darling, but no one ever calls me my darling."

Because you're not a sweetheart.

The little boy said disappointedly, "Then what am I?"

Xu Qi'an lowered his head, scrutinizing his chubby younger sister. "You have fatty liver."

Before long, they arrived at the Nightwatchers's office.