She Became A Downfall Noble Lady

Maternal Aunt Zhao had seen Ye Yuan fall down several times and felt both distressed and pleased. She was pleased that the young lady and Young Master Qi did not mind Yuan’s young age, and that they could let Young Master Qi patiently play with him and treat him like a younger brother.

She also felt sorry for her own son. Such a small child, let alone in Duke An’s Mansion, even in a smaller household like their Zhao Family, at his age, would be carried around by maids and old woman servants, and would never roll around every corner of the mansion during the winter season, getting covered in dust and with his nose and cheeks turning red from the cold.

But seeing the smiling Qi Jiaer helping him up, dusting him off, and comforting him, and then looking at the thick clothing that firmly wrapped his ears and head in a fuzzy tiger-headed hat, and the gloves that nearly hid the shape of his palms, she felt relieved. For a child who would inherit Duke An’s Mansion, it was probably such resilience to bumps and bruises that was the appropriate way for him to grow.

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For someone of Qi Younian’s age, the new year brought little feeling. No, that’s not quite right – if there was any feeling, it was of having aged another year. However, seeing his grandson dressed in festive attire, happily playing every day, the older generation felt pleased as well.

Qi Jiaer and Qi Sanshun had been playing like crazy these past couple of days. Apart from spending half an hour each morning practicing in the courtyard, they hardly stayed at home for the rest of the time. Even when they did come back, it was just to pick up something, quickly shout a greeting to Grandfather and Great-Uncle, and then they were gone in an instant.

Qi Younian, seeing such vigor, was naturally joyful and just looked on with a happy demeanor, not stopping them. The elderly have their own ways of spending time. These days, besides bringing his own tea, he liked to sit with old neighbor Li for a chat over a cup of tea or to have a little drink with the craftsmen who came from Qingyuan County at his own place.

Of course, Wong Qiao was among those having drinks. According to Wong Qiao’s plans, he and Lady Zhao would set out on their journey back to their hometown on the tenth day of the first month. Most of the craftsmen who drank together knew about Wong Qiao’s family situation, and while they expressed their sympathy, they didn’t say much more. Their conversation intentionally or unintentionally always skirted around the topic of Wong Qiao’s impending departure from the capital.

As time passed day by day, Wong Qiao’s mood became increasingly heavy, and his reluctance to leave grew.