With one hand she heals, and the other hand she kills, the princess vows to rule the world!

Shu He finally agreed to Xiao Yier's request to make a hand warmer for Baili Moqing.

However, the material was special and she didn't have any more of it. She wanted to refuse on this grounds, but Nanqi volunteered and said that no matter how difficult it was, he could find it!

Now that things have come to this, she can only accept her fate.

What surprised her was that the man didn't object or refuse! Could it be that he also wanted Xiao Yi'er's hand warmer? Did he not mind?

In the afternoon, Shu He cooked two more pots of soup, one for Baili Moqing and one for Xiao Yier. She added some Chinese herbs and herbs to the soup, and the aroma was so strong that Nan Qi, who was standing outside the kitchen, couldn't help swallowing.

"How on earth does this woman cook? How can it be so fragrant?"

"No, I have to write a letter to Beiji and ask him to come as soon as he finishes his work!"

When Xiao Yier saw Brother Nanqi running away quietly, she was bored, so she followed him.

The backyard was deserted and silent. At that moment, a pigeon was released from the yard and disappeared into the sky a moment later. No one noticed.

Nanqi was writing a letter, praising the soup made by Shuhe as the best in the world, and urged Beiji to finish the work quickly so that he could come and see it!

Nanqi was so excited that he couldn't help swallowing his saliva as he wrote.

At this moment, a little head suddenly came over, "Brother Nanqi, what are you doing? Why are you drooling? Are you hungry?"

Nanqi was so frightened by the sudden sound that his hand trembled, and the black ink dyed all the words on the note black, and the original shape could no longer be seen.

He quickly wiped the corner of his mouth, "Really? Is he drooling? That's impossible?"

"Hehehe." Xiao Yi'er climbed onto the stool with a sly look on her face. "No, Yi'er saw it wrongly."

Nanqi really didn't notice the drool at the corner of his mouth. He turned around and saw Xiao Yier looking up at him with a smile on her face, "Great! You dare to tease your brother!"

Nanqi picked her up, tickled her, and threatened, "Do you dare to tease your brother again?"

"Ah, hahaha, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..."

"Hahaha, it's so itchy!"

Nanqi put her down after a little fuss. He didn't dare to use much force with his hands. He was afraid that he might accidentally break her bones with such a small weight!

"Brother, what are you doing? Why are you so happy?" Xiao Yier sat on the bench next to Nanqi. Her tiny stature didn't even reach Nanqi's knees, so she couldn't even reach the table. She put her hands on the table and strained, trying to raise her head higher so she could see more clearly.

Nanqi couldn't help laughing when he saw her anxious and silly look.

He picked her up and sat her on his lap so that she could see what was on the table.

"I'm writing." Nanqi picked up the brush and took the letter paper from the side. Under Xiaoyi'er's curious and ignorant gaze, he wrote two not-so-neat words.

Among Baili Moqing's four vanguard generals, his handwriting was the ugliest, as he disliked writing or reading. Beiji's handwriting was the best, Xizhu's was average, and Zhenli's handwriting was only seen by his master, as he generally didn't write, only killing people.

"Nanqi." Nanqi picked up the paper, placed it in front of Xiaoyi'er, and said, "This is my brother's name."

Xiao Yier stared at the two words in a trance and couldn't help but sigh, "How beautiful."

Nanqi saw that she looked a little lost, and couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Yi'er, what's wrong? Do you want to learn to write too?"

Xiao Yier's eyes lit up and she looked at him eagerly, "Is Yier okay with that?"

"Come on, try it."

Nanqi put the thin wolf-hair brush into her little hand, and with his help, Xiao Yier wrote a crooked word "Yi".

"Wow! Xiao Yier is amazing! Her handwriting is so beautiful even for the first time!"

Nanqi's generous praise made Xiaoyi blush. She really thought her writing was so beautiful that she couldn't wait to go down.

"Mom! Yi'er is writing!"

Xiao Yier's cheerful voice spread back and forth in the corridor. Baili Moqing in the study looked out with a hint of doubt between his brows.

Shu He in the kitchen didn't hear clearly, she only heard Xiao Yier's voice. She walked out to check and saw the little person running towards her happily with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Mom, Yi'er can write now!"

Shu He went to meet him, but saw a wheelchair appearing from behind on the other side of the corridor.

Nanqi saw his master appear from afar, a hint of anxiety on his face. He quickly came to Xiao Yier and took the paper from her hand. "Yier, this is not well written. Can we rewrite it?"

"Give it to me." Shu He said, opening his palm and asking him for paper.

Nanqi refused and hid the paper further behind him.

Suddenly, the paper was pulled out from behind him without a sound.

He turned around and saw Baili Moqing slowly smoothing out the paper. "Did you teach me this calligraphy?"

Nanqi shook his head and was about to deny it, but he heard Xiao Yier excitedly reply, "Yes! Uncle Mo, this is what Brother Nanqi taught Yier to write! It's Yier's name!"

"How dare you teach others with your handwriting?" Baili Moqing glanced at Nanqi. The handwriting was crooked, like a bug. If others saw it, they would probably laugh to death!

Nanqi was embarrassed and wanted to explain. The handwriting was so ugly, it was Xiaoyi'er's own fault, he was just guiding her. His own handwriting wasn't this ugly!

Shu He wanted to take the paper, but she saw that the man had no intention of giving it to her, so she didn't dare to ask for it. She thought that he would be able to return it to her after reading it. After all, it was given to her by Xiao Yier!

Unfortunately, she only saw the man fold the paper and put it into his sleeve.

What the hell? What right did he have to put Yi'er's first handwriting in his pocket? This seemed like a right she, as a mother, should have, right?

"Master, dinner is ready."

Just when Shu He was dumbfounded, Uncle Zhang came over.

Shu He looked at the setting sun, feeling a little uncomfortable. In this world, it was too early to eat.

At dinner time, Baili Moqing ate alone in the living room, while Nanqi, Zhang Bo and others ate in the kitchen.

Shu He and Xiao Yier sat at another table. Because of what happened during the day, everyone seemed to still have some grudges in their hearts.

"Uncle Zhang, the master has finished his meal."

Shu He fed Xiao Yier some soup, and Nan Qi came over after serving Baili Moqing his meal.

"Yier, you have so much soup, you probably can't finish it, right? Can Brother Nanqi help you?"

"Okay!" Yier smiled and handed her bowl full of soup to Nanqi, and then gave Nanqi the pheasant leg that her mother had picked for her.

Shu He couldn't help rolling his eyes. Nanqi always snatches food from kids, isn't he ashamed?

"Hehe, brother won't eat the chicken leg. Give this to Xiaoyi'er. Brother can just eat this." Nanqi picked up a piece of chicken ribs from the soup pot and waved it towards Xiaoyi'er.

The meat in that area was a bit tough and not very tasty, but luckily he didn't take Xiao Yi'er's chicken wings and drumsticks. Seeing that he was still considerate, Shu He didn't make a fuss about it anymore.

Uncle Zhang and Madam Wang went to the front hall to clear the table. Madam Zhang sat alone at another table. Seeing Nanqi eating so heartily, she felt a little greedy too. She still remembered the chicken soup Nanqi had brought her last time. It was so delicious, the meat so tender it almost made you want to bite your tongue off!

However, she said some unpleasant things in the afternoon, and she thought that after that incident, Mrs. He would be kicked out. Unexpectedly, the young master kept her.

Now, living under the same roof, she seemed even more embarrassed.

As the warm days disappeared, the yard began to be swept by cool air. Although there was not much wind, it still made people feel chilly.

After tidying up her room, Shu He went to look for Xiao Yi'er, but on the back corridor, she saw two figures, one large and one small, writing diligently in the study. The flickering candlelight brought a touch of softness and warmth to the cold room.

He actually taught Xiao Yier how to write...

This scene made her feel a little sad.

If this scene could continue...

The next second, Shu He's gentle gaze turned firm, and she subconsciously patted her face to sober herself up. How could this thought come to her again?

Baili Moqing noticed someone at the door, looked up, and frowned, "Why are you here?"

We had agreed before that she wasn't allowed to come to the backyard.