Chapter 393

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Shangguan Xingyu slowly spoke: "I asked Consort Mother where she found Qianqian, but Consort Mother herself couldn't say clearly."

"So I didn't dare to continue asking, afraid of arousing Consort Mother's suspicion. I guess if I kept asking Consort Mother about the tasks Qianqian carried out, how many days until she returns, and so on, Consort Mother probably wouldn't know anything at all."

She paused slightly, then continued: "However, Imperial Uncle did send someone to notify her. But judging from Imperial Uncle's attitude, it seems it was only to put Consort Mother at ease."

"I think Qianqian really was found, but as for the specific situation, they don't intend to tell us. Perhaps it's because the place Qianqian went was too dangerous; although she's safe now, they don't want us to know too many details."

Yan Shuang'er stood quietly beside her, listening to Shangguan Xingyu's words, nodding from time to time to show agreement.

After Shangguan Xingyu finished speaking, Yan Shuang'er interjected: "I'm starting to suspect Qianqian went to the military camp! After all, with her personality, she wouldn't care about ordinary tasks at all. But she's a young lady; what task could she possibly complete at the military camp?"

Shangguan Xingyu also found it somewhat puzzling, but she still comforted: "When Qianqian returns, we'll ask her in person. As for Mother's side, I think we'd better not tell her, so as not to worry her. It's enough that the two of us know about this."

Yan Shuang'er's lips curled slightly as she continued: "Fortunately, Mother isn't as sharp as she was a few years ago, otherwise it really wouldn't be easy to fool her." Hearing this, Shangguan Xingyu couldn't help but feel curious and pressed: "Consort Mother wasn't easy to fool before? So what's going on now?"

Yan Shuang'er casually shrugged, seeming not to care about this question, and answered lightly: "Maybe it's 'pregnancy makes one stupid for three years'; anyway, she's becoming more and more dim-witted."

Hearing this, Shangguan Xingyu's face was full of disbelief; she widened her eyes and asked incredulously: "After I give birth, won't I become like that too?"

The smile on Yan Shuang'er's lips grew stronger, and she teased in reply: "Who knows." Before her voice faded, the two laughed together without prior agreement.

Just then, the yatou walked in lightly, placing exquisite osmanthus cakes and fragrant tea on the table. Seeing this, Yan Shuang'er and Shangguan Xingyu stopped laughing and began to savor these delicious snacks, continuing to chat happily.

Time passed like a white horse glimpsing a gap; in the blink of an eye, four days had passed. Finally, on the morning of the fourth day, Qianqian rode a fine horse, with A Ming closely following behind, arriving at the city gate like the wind and lightning.

The two hesitated not at all, galloping straight toward the An Wang Fu. The servant at the gate of the wangfu saw their own Fifth Miss from afar and couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise and joy.

He hurried forward, preparing to report the good news to the Wangfei, but Qianqian waved her hand and said with a smile: "No need to tell my mother; I'll go find her directly."

Seeing Qianqian say this, the servant hesitated somewhat, but couldn't go against her wishes, so he could only let it be.

Qianqian, anxious as if on fire, ran straight toward An Wangfei's courtyard, as if she couldn't wait a moment. At this moment, An Wangfei was worried and anxious, unable to sit or stand still.

Although the Emperor had sent someone to inform her that Qianqian was on her way home, three or four days had passed and Qianqian still hadn't returned, making An Wangfei's worry grow ever deeper.

Just as An Wangfei was extremely anxious, she suddenly heard a clear call from outside the door: "Mother~ Mother~" This familiar voice made An Wangfei's heart leap with joy; she hurriedly stood up and walked quickly toward the door.

However, when she saw Qianqian running toward her, the smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a stern expression. She glared at her daughter, a flash of anger in her eyes.

Qianqian, however, was completely oblivious, like a cheerful little bird, throwing herself directly into An Wangfei's arms and coquettishly saying: "Mother, I miss you so much!"

An Wangfei snorted coldly, put on a stern face, and said sternly: "Miss me? You left a letter and went away, and it's been over ten days before you came back!"

Seeing this, Qianqian hurriedly explained: "It's because there was an urgent matter, Mother, don't be angry."

An Wangfei clearly wasn't buying it; she still kept a cold face and said nothing. Seeing this, Qianqian had no choice but to continue acting coquettish and cute, chattering sweet nothings nonstop, trying to quell An Wangfei's anger.

Just then, Chunxi came over holding a feather duster and respectfully handed it to An Wangfei. As soon as Qianqian saw the feather duster, she jumped up instantly, leaping a good meter or more away.

She widened her eyes, looking at the feather duster in An Wangfei's hand with a face full of terror, and stammered: "Mother... Mother, you're not... what I'm thinking, are you?"

However, An Wangfei gave Qianqian no chance to explain; without a word, she picked up the feather duster and, like an enraged lioness, chased after Qianqian with great fury.

As she chased, she kept cursing nonstop: "You little bastard, daring to run away from home! Your wings are hard now, right? Your father isn't home, so I can't manage you anymore, right? You dare to not come home for ten days or half a month; what else don't you dare do?"

Seeing the situation was bad, Qianqian turned and ran. After all, she was a martial artist, agile and swift; how could An Wangfei catch up with her?

But Qianqian was also truly somewhat afraid in her heart; she knew An Wangfei was truly angry this time, and if she made her sick with anger, it wouldn't be good. So although she ran very fast, she still stopped from time to time, waiting for An Wangfei to catch up a little.

An Wangfei chased behind her, panting heavily, the feather duster in her hand waving in the air, but she couldn't hit Qianqian once.

After chasing for a long time, she was panting like an ox from exhaustion; finally, she really couldn't run anymore, so she could only stop, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath.

As she panted, she also cursed intermittently: "You... you... still know... know... to come back... wait for your... father, to come back... see how he deals with you!"

Before she finished speaking, Qianqian mercilessly interrupted: "Mother, do you want to rest first? We have something to talk about properly!"

An Wangfei was somewhat displeased by this sudden interruption, but she still caught her breath; after all, she was indeed somewhat tired.

Seeing this, Qianqian hurriedly moved closer again and said in a sweet voice: "Mother, look at you, you're so tired; why don't we go sit over there and talk slowly?"

However, just as she was speaking, An Wangfei suddenly seemed like a different person, lunging forward a step; she somehow had a feather duster in her hand, and without a word, she struck Qianqian's buttocks with it.

With a sharp "slap," Qianqian was caught off guard; this sudden blow made her cry out "ow," and then she covered her buttocks and ran away quickly.