I’m the Farmgirl You Can’t Mess With

As the saying goes, ’Virtue is one foot tall, the devil ten foot¹’. Moreover, Tiger Head’s cultivation was not high. Thus, after a few words, he was tricked into talking by Qi Xiuyuan.

Qi Xiuyuan looked helplessly at his nephew, who bore great resemblance to Qi Haoran, and tried his best to recall what he was like back when he was ten years old. At that time, Haoran was not so childish.

The ten-year-old Haoran was like a hedgehog, beating up whoever Zijin instructed him to. His favorite thing to do every day was to skip class and piss off his father.

However, these kids grew up in different environments, so their thoughts and actions naturally differed from Qi Haoran, too.

Qi Xiuyuan stroked Tiger Head’s head and thought that although the children’s actions were a little childish, there was nothing bad about it. It was better than them acting like profligate sons, right?

Qi Xiuyuan would never admit that he had bad intentions.

Little An and Little Lion each carried tea and books back. When they saw Tiger Head sitting on the chair dejectedly, they knew that he had given them away.

They looked at Tiger Head resentfully as they handed the tea and books to the Emperor.

Beaming, Qi Xiuyuan said, "Alright, go out and play. It’s rare for you to take a break, so you should take the chance to walk around."

Little An and Little Lion pulled Tiger Head and turned to leave, snorting coldly in their hearts. ’Since you know that it’s rare for us to take a break, why did you ask us to enter the palace? Don’t you know that it takes a long time to enter the palace? Half a day passed just like that. What a waste of an entire day.’