In the previous moment,
the serious-looking eldest disciple with ink-black hair couldn’t hold back any longer and almost immediately responded:
"Since Aunt Mao is Qing Jun’s mother, and they’ve been apart for so long, it’s only natural to deepen their relationship. Disciple feels that Master did nothing wrong in this."
Zhiwei spoke eloquently, expressing a deep sense of righteousness.
Chen Ye and Mao Qingzhu were both stunned.
Especially Chen Ye, who looked at his eldest disciple, feeling quite helpless.
The big girl changes her face faster than the weather; just now she was wearing a cold expression, displeased because I let Mao Qingzhu move in.
And now, she’s become enthusiastic and proactive?
"No! I don’t want it!"
Before Chen Ye could react, Qing Jun beside him, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristled!
It’s so unfair!
It was always like this before, Senior Sister would massage Master’s shoulders, while I had to wash his smelly feet.
Now that Aunt Mao is here, Senior Sister gets to sleep with Master, and I have to sleep with Aunt Mao!
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved the little girl felt.
Even a rabbit will bite when it’s cornered!
The little girl gritted her teeth, put her hands on her hips, and looked ready to explode.
"Qing Jun."
Zhiwei silently glanced at the little girl, her eyes clear but devoid of emotion.
That gaze was calm, yet carried an unspoken authority.
"Ugh..."
A moment ago, Qing Jun had been aggressive like a fighting rooster, but as soon as she met Senior Sister’s gaze, she deflated like a pricked balloon.
Senior Sister’s eyes are terrifying!!
Her eyes, which had been wide and round, blinked uncontrollably a couple of times, and then, guilty, she lowered them.
Daring not to say another word.
She... she just didn’t want to fight in front of outsiders and embarrass Master!
She would remember this grudge!
Annoying... Senior Sister wants me to watch her and Master share a room, is that it?
One day, she’ll pay it back double!
The little girl decided she would turn wicked!
Master and Senior Sister will regret this in the future!
Chen Ye looked at this lively little disciple, easily "tamed" by his eldest disciple with just a look, and couldn’t help but marvel.
It seems, in this house, there really is... a balance of power.
Qing Jun doesn’t listen to me but listens to Zhiwei, yet Zhiwei usually listens to me...
"Alright, it’s settled then."
He first spoke warmly to the still-stunned Mao Qingzhu:
"Sister Qingzhu, why don’t you take Qing Jun and go back to their room to rest. With you here tonight, I doubt the Fox Demon Essence Soul will cause trouble again."
Mao Qingzhu suddenly woke up from her daze, secretly sighing to herself how much Brother Ye’s disciples must adore him...
She couldn’t help but glance at the big girl who seemed stern-faced but was actually smiling beneath her eyes,
then at the little girl clenching her small fists in righteous indignation.
"Okay."
Mao Qingzhu nodded, stepped forward, and took hold of Qing Jun’s reluctant little hand.
"Aunt Mao..."
After her hand was taken by Mao Qingzhu, Qing Jun’s body trembled, softly calling out.
Though it was just an ordinary title, it nearly melted Mao Qingzhu’s heart, her voice trembling, "Come on, it’s getting late; Aunt Mao will take you to rest."
"Oh..."
Qing Jun replied sullenly. She... she meant to drive Aunt Mao away, so how did it end up with Aunt Mao staying over at her place?
However, this seems better...
Seeing that Qing Jun and Mao Qingzhu seemed to be getting along quite well,
Chen Ye also breathed a big sigh of relief.
He had been worried that Qing Jun would have conflicts with Mao Qingzhu.
This girl seemed to have taken the wrong medicine; she used to say she liked Aunt Mao, but now wanted to kick her out!
The heart of a girl, it’s truly elusive to Master.
"Zhiwei."
He said in an expected tone, "You’ve had a long day, come with me."
"Yes... Master."
Zhiwei kept her head down, not daring to look at anyone, only quietly responding in a voice as small as a mosquito’s.
...
Inside the bedroom.
Qing Jun sat on the edge of the bed, puffed up with anger, watching her "mother" who was making the bed for her, her mouth pouting so much it could hang an oil bottle.
She didn’t understand why Senior Sister would suddenly switch sides?
No... it’s just sleeping with Master, is that worth turning against me!
She also didn’t understand why Master would actually let Aunt Mao sleep with her?
Isn’t Master afraid Aunt Mao would take her away?
"Aunt Mao..."
Qing Jun had a sudden idea.
Jumping off the bed edge, she walked up to Mao Qingzhu, tugging at her sleeve, her eyes already red and swollen, filling with tears again, her little face full of grievance.
"What’s wrong, Qing Jun?" Seeing this, Mao Qingzhu quickly squatted down, pulling her into her arms, and asked gently.
"Aunt Mao, you don’t know..." Qing Jun rested her little head against Mao Qingzhu’s soft embrace and started to complain about Master.
"We used to... live so miserably, so miserably..."
"The houses we lived in were small and shabby, leaking rain in rainy days, letting in wind on windy days. Master he... he always gave us just porridge, plain water with no meat at all!
"He even made me and Senior Sister work in the herb field every day, pulling weeds, catching bugs... Aunt Mao look, my hands, they’re all calloused!"
She showed her pair of white, tender hands, lacking any trace of calluses, in front of Mao Qingzhu, waving them.
"He doesn’t care for us! He always just focuses on his own cultivation, shutting himself away for days on end, leaving me and Senior Sister at home, so pitiful..."