After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

She immediately sat up, swallowed her saliva, and looked at her mother anxiously, "Mom, I..."

Yang Yuerong smiled gently, "If you really can't hold on any longer, go back to sleep. Your father and I will be able to keep watch over you."

"Really!" Nian Susu smiled and was no longer sleepy in an instant.

She looked at Nian Chengyun, her eyes full of pleading.

Nian Chengyun had no choice but to wave his hand lovingly, "Go ahead."

Nian Susu smiled with her eyes curved, returned the cloak to Nian Chengyun, opened the umbrella and couldn't wait to go out.

Yang Yuerong couldn't help but worry about her. Since she had already walked far away, she still reminded her: "Slow down! There's a lot of snow outside!"

Her voice was drowned out by the sound of wind and snow.

"This child..." Yang Yuerong sighed.

When Nian Susu returned to the East Wing, the snow had lessened a lot. No one had cleared the snow on the road, so every step was difficult. His shoes and socks were all soaked, and felt icy and cold.

The lights in the east wing were still on, and it was quiet outside the yard.

Nian Susu walked to the door and deliberately slowed down her pace. She leaned her umbrella against the wall, and put her ear to the door to eavesdrop on the movements inside.

Silence...

She didn't believe that Jingzhe and Zhihua would go to bed so early. They had agreed during the day to wait for her to come back and cut paper-cuts together.

If the child is quiet, he must be acting like a monster!

Nian Susu flung the door open and yelled, "Surprise!"

A gust of cold wind blew into the house, blowing the red paper on the ground into all directions.

Jingzhe and Zhihua sat opposite each other on the couch, separated by a small table.

Wenren and the two turned their heads at the same time, and were blinded by the wind and snow blowing in their faces.

Jingzhe raised his arms to block his eyes and urged: "Close the door quickly!"

The room had finally gotten warm, but the wind blew in and the temperature dropped sharply. He was wearing thin clothes and couldn't bear it at all.

Zhihua was happy, put on her shoes and went downstairs to pick her up, "Miss, you are finally back!"

Zhihua pulled her in, closed the door again, and the room returned to peace.

Nian Susu looked at the mess on the ground and asked in shock, "What are you doing?"

Jingzhe held up a piece of shredded red paper in his hand and said, "It's paper-cutting. We are so bored waiting for you, so let's practice first."

Zhihua helped her take off her coat, hung it on the clothesline, and complained, "Miss, he cut all these papers! I told him not to move and let me do it, but he wouldn't listen!"

Nian Susu bent down and picked up a piece of scrap paper. He looked at it carefully for several times, but couldn't recognize what it was. It was probably an irregular pattern.

Jingzhe was not justified but also confident, "No one is born with the ability, I am just learning it!"

Zhihua hummed and sat back on the couch, moved inside, and waved to Nian Susu, "Miss, come quickly, let's cut our hair together. I'll be responsible for the east and west rooms, and you'll be responsible for the south and north rooms. How do you think?"

Jingzhe was very unhappy about being ignored, so he practiced silently and secretly made up his mind to impress Zhihua!

Nian Susu nodded happily, changed into clean shoes and socks, and then took off his shoes and got on the couch.

Only when she picked up the scissors and red paper did she realize one thing - she didn't know how to cut paper at all.

She has clumsy hands and no talent for handicrafts, and the things she cuts out are not much better than Jingzhe.

After a few snips, a straight and beautiful "福" character appeared.

Seeing that she was still not making any move, Zhi Hua couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong, Miss? You look so unhappy."

She hid the embarrassment on her face with a smile.

Judging from Zhihua’s reaction, “Nian Susu” is quite proficient in this craft. Wouldn’t she be exposed as soon as she made a move?

Zhihua smiled with her eyebrows curved, "Miss, haven't you decided what haircut you want?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I haven't decided what to cut." She went down the stairs and pretended to be distressed while holding the red paper.

Although Jingzhe didn't know how to cut, after cutting dozens of pieces of paper, he could at least see the shape.

He proudly showed his work to Zhihua, looking proud and asking for praise, "How is it? I'm awesome, right?"

Zhihua glanced up and said with disdain, "It's just average. I need more practice."

"Humph, I knew it!" Jingzhe was used to it, "No matter how well I do, you won't admit it. You are jealous of my talent!"

"I'm jealous of you?" Zhihua snatched the paper-cut from his hand, looked left and right, and finally threw it back into his hand in disgust, "You can be called talented if you can only cut it like this? I can cut it better than you even with my feet!"

"Then try cutting one with your feet!"

"Well, you lecher! You...you still want to see my feet!"

Zhihua's face turned red with anger. She grabbed the window grilles on the table and threw them at him. The weightless pieces of paper fell lightly within five fingers' distance from him.

Zhihua raised her hand to hit him.

Jingzhe was like a monkey, nimbly flipping off the couch to avoid the attack.

"It was you who clearly said you wanted to cut it with your feet, and you still blame me." Jingzhe felt extremely wronged.

"You still say that!" Zhi Hua puffed up his cheeks like an angry pufferfish.

"Hmph!" She lowered her head to cut window flowers and no longer paid attention to Jingzhe.

Jingzhe touched the back of his head. Had he gotten into trouble again?

He cast a look towards Nian Susu for help.

Nian Susu shrugged and motioned him to go and coax Zhihua, but Jingzhe was also a stubborn person. He hesitated and was unwilling to lower himself to coax others.

Without the bickering between the two, the room became eerily quiet.

A melodious and ethereal flute sound slowly spread into the room.

Nian Susu moved her ears. Did she hear it right? On New Year's Eve, with heavy snow falling, who would be playing the flute outside?

She put on her shoes and went downstairs, then listened close to the door to make sure she was not mistaken. Moreover, this flute sound...seemed like she had heard it somewhere before.

With a thought in mind, Nian Susu quickly walked to the clothes rack, took the cloak and put it on.

"Miss, are you going out?" Zhihua asked nervously, "It's cold outside, why don't you go out."

Nian Susu: "I'll be back soon, you guys continue cutting."

Before leaving, she "threatened" Jingzhe to coax Zhihua before she came back, otherwise he would be in trouble.

Jingzhe pursed his lips and nodded.

Nian Susu went out holding an umbrella.

The snow was getting lighter, but the snow on the road did not decrease. In order to avoid getting her shoes and socks wet, she could only walk through the corridor, trying to find the source of the sound.

She walked all the way to the backyard of the east wing, stood on the outer porch, and when she looked up she saw someone on the roof.

He was bathed in the wind and snow, his face looking calm, and he played the flute calmly and leisurely.

The sound of the flute and the sound of the wind blend into one, as if created by nature.

But Nian Susu was not in the mood to listen to him playing the flute at that time.

She shouted at him, "Are you crazy? Come down now!"

It's freezing cold, but you don't even hold an umbrella and just stand in the snow. Isn't that crazy?

Qin Junyu put away the jade flute and landed steadily in front of her, with a chill blowing in her face.

Nian Susu took a few steps back, shivering with cold, and really wanted to take him back to her room to warm him up.

"Qin Junyu, are you crazy?" She was angry and anxious, calling him by his full name, "Don't you know what the weather is like? Why do you come here to play the flute? If I don't come out, are you going to stay here in the snow all night?"