Nightwatcher

# 391. Summons

Xu Qi’an was an open-minded person. He wouldn’t dwell on minor annoyances. Since his little sister was an uncarvable block of wood, he decided not to bother carving her.

Dragging her to the academy and letting the teachers discipline her with a wooden rod would be far more effective—why waste his breath?

But before he could act, Li Miaozhen stopped him. The Holy Maiden of the Heaven Sect frowned in disapproval. “If you have something to say, just say it properly. Why resort to violence against a child?”

_Holy Maiden, you’ll never understand the suffering of parents raising a little tyrant…_ Xu Qi’an decided to give her some face and abandoned his plan, heading into the courtyard instead.

Inside, only a mother and daughter were present. Xu Lingyue, delicate and refined, sat on a small wooden stool, focused on her embroidery.

The stool could barely contain her increasingly full figure. Her round hips spilled slightly over the edges, their firm shape accentuated by the fabric of her dress.

Meanwhile, Auntie had abandoned all pretence of propriety. She had knotted her light green skirt just above her calves and was squatting in the flowerbed, busying herself with a small trowel and pruning shears, tending to the plants.

Aside from disciplining Xu Lingyin, gardening was one of Auntie’s only hobbies.