Chapter 27: Is She Really Just a Child?

But... as soon as his daughter returned, she killed someone right in front of him, ruthless and willful, and even clashed with him so fiercely. This inevitably stirred unease and fear in his heart...

He gazed in the direction where Ji Tianxin had just left and sighed softly.

Who knows if, in days to come, she will bring trouble to the Ji family?

To leave such a formidable presence in the house—Ji Huaili now felt utterly uncertain.

Prince Rong's residence.

If there was anyone in the whole Yu Kingdom, apart from the Ji family, who knew what had happened to the Ji family that day, it would be Sike Yan alone.

When he heard Lin Si’s report, he merely smiled mildly, “See, I told you, she came back for revenge, didn’t she?”

Lin Si, on the other hand, still hadn't shaken off his astonishment.

“Is she really a child?”

Sike Yan raised his brows slightly. “Perhaps, after a few more years, she won’t be.”

Lin Si murmured, “But she’s still a child… To possess such profound cultivation, who knows where such a monster came from…”

“Monster?” Sike Yan found the term quite amusing. He picked up a peanut from the short table, tossed it into his mouth, chewed it, swallowed, and then said in a strangely soft voice, “Perhaps you’re right…”

Recalling the brief encounter on the street earlier, those cold, indifferent eyes suddenly struck his memory again. Why did they seem… so familiar?

A trace of confusion flickered in his eyes. Could it be he’d met her before?

Forget it, perhaps her cultivation was so advanced that even a single glance could unsettle his mind.

Still, he hadn’t expected her to stay at the General’s residence simply for the delicious osmanthus cakes.

Truly the temperament of a child—give her good food and she’s easily coaxed.

His lips curled slightly in amusement. “So greedy—someone might just sell her off for a sweet treat…”

His tone carried an indulgence he himself hadn’t noticed.

Rarely did such brightness bloom in the young man’s features; even the sky seemed gentler, as if softened by this picturesque scene.

Su Qing sized up the courtyard where they now lived. “Master, should we notify Master Bai that we’re staying here?”

The courtyard was decent, worthy of the General's residence, yet compared to where they had lived before, it paled in comparison.

There was none of the fragrant spiritual plants her mistress had cultivated, nor any of Master Bai’s rare curios collected from everywhere—dry and lacking.

“No need.” Ji Tianxin glanced at the courtyard, removing her cloak as she spoke.

Su Qing quickly took the cloak, about to ask another question, but Ji Tianxin merely smiled faintly.

“He’ll come on his own.”

The question Su Qing had wanted to ask was already answered; there was no need to speak it aloud.

Her mistress always knew what she was thinking.

Ever since they had settled in this courtyard, the surroundings grew so deserted that Su Qing wondered if everyone in the General’s residence had fled.

Only after a while did a few attendants come to serve them.

But as soon as Su Qing saw their timid, fearful demeanor, she scolded them away.

“My mistress needs no outsiders to serve her. I alone am enough. Useless cowards—how could you be worthy to attend to my mistress…”

Ji Tianxin disliked crowds, so she let Su Qing handle these matters as she pleased.

Instead, the chef who had just arrived and could make osmanthus cakes, having been favored by Miss Tianxin, was specially assigned to the courtyard’s small kitchen. His pay was even raised, making him overjoyed and deeply grateful to Miss Tianxin. He was eager to showcase his skills and cook every delicacy for her.