The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

Hearing his uncle's surprised voice, Jia Lian became more and more excited.

He said carelessly, "Yes, uncle, my little cousin is very sensible. She should be in Xiaoxiang Pavilion now. Otherwise, uncle, I will take you to see it now. (Lin Daiyu's courtyard)"

"That's great, thank you Lian'er." Qingyin smiled gently, the smile on her lips was so gentle that it easily made the increasingly confused Jia Lian intoxicated by her beauty.

Lin Daiyu is only a ten-year-old girl now, and the rules of the Jia family regarding men entering the women's courtyard do not need to be so strict for a young master.

So when they heard that Jia Lian was going to take Lin Ruhai to Xiaoxiang Pavilion to see Lin Daiyu, Jia Mu and Wang Xifeng were not surprised. After all, her biological daughter was with them, and her coming here must be related to their own daughter.

So the large group of people walked towards the Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the inner courtyard.

At this moment, the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was also bustling with people including Mrs. Wang, Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu.

The cute little girl had a face full of adorable baby fat and her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she had encountered some serious trouble.

In fact, she also encountered troubles that were contrary to what she had learned. Lin Daiyu was taken to the Jia Mansion by her father when she was eight years old. Before she came to the Jia Mansion, her mother had also taught her about human relations in all aspects. Looking at Mrs. Wang who was righteous and confident, Lin Daiyu couldn't help but wonder: "Aunt, my brother Baoyu and I are so old now, so we should sleep in separate beds, right?"

When Mrs. Wang heard Lin Daiyu's words, her expression froze for a moment, then she smiled without letting anyone know: "Alas, you and Baoyu are both still children. We in the Jia family don't care about this. Don't you like your brother Baoyu?"

Although she didn't like her sister-in-law's daughter, she had to admit that Lin Daiyu was indeed a golden child. Not only was her father a close minister valued by the emperor, but she also had the status of the Princess of Le'an County. If her son got such a wife, the benefits he would get would be unimaginable to her. So even though she hated Jia Min and her daughter, the greedy Lady Wang pretended to be nice to Lin Daiyu and coaxed her.

The little boy with a powdery face, Jia Baoyu, didn't pay any attention to his mother's expression. He just stared at the petite girl in front of him with a slightly melancholy look in his eyes: "Sister Pin'er, don't you like me?"

Lin Daiyu was used to being looked down upon in the Jia family, and the rare genuine affection she got made her reply in a panic: "Brother Baoyu, it's not that I don't like you, but we are different in gender, and it's not appropriate for us to sleep in the same bed again."

Hearing Lin Daiyu's words, Jia Baoyu said indifferently: "What's the big deal? We are still children and haven't grown up yet."

"But this, this..." Lin Daiyu is only a little girl after all. With the stare of her playmate, brother Jia Baoyu, and the persuasion of adults, the ten-year-old girl is obviously unable to withstand it. She also doesn't know whether it is right for her to sleep in a separate bed?

Mrs. Wang, who was standing by, looked at the relaxation on the little girl's face, and her secret joy became more obvious. She smiled and said, "Oh, let's sleep together first. If it doesn't fit, your aunt will change you."

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The voices of the few people were not loud, but they were just enough for the people at the door to hear clearly. Mrs. Wang's little thoughts might be hidden from the children, but not from the adults outside.

The more Grandmother Jia listened, the angrier she became, but the most nervous person was the little girl's biological father, Lin Ruhai, who was standing next to her.

Different from the shame and embarrassment on the faces of Jia Mu and Jia Lian, Qing Yin's face was calm, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, without any emotion visible, as if the person being plotted against was not his own daughter.

But if someone looks carefully, they will find that the corners of Qingyin's smiling mouth have not changed at all.