How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

After hearing Tian Mi'er's complaint, Madam Jia glanced at her daughter, Jia Wanlin, and seeing her shaking her head, she knew what was going on. She frowned, "How could such a thing happen? Mi'er, don't worry, I will seek justice for you."

Tian Mier nodded smugly after hearing this. Wang Xiachu would definitely not be able to escape. Madam Jia was famous for her clear rewards and punishments. Once she spoke, she would definitely punish Wang Xiachu.

"Go and rest after dinner. You still have classes in the afternoon." Madam Jia asked Tian Mi'er to go back. Her room was here. After everyone left, she turned around and asked her daughter, "Linlin, what happened today?"

Jia Wanlin recounted everything that had happened that morning, her tone tinged with a hint of grievance. Because she was older than Tian Mi'er, her mother had always urged her to be more tolerant. But Tian Mi'er was becoming increasingly overbearing.

"I know, I'm sorry for what you have done." Seeing her daughter like this, Mrs. Jia felt a little uncomfortable. She gently hugged her and said, "My Linlin has suffered a lot of grievances. Why didn't you tell me?"

It was rare for Jia Wanlin to be so close to her mother. Tears suddenly rolled down her cheeks. She pouted and said, "Mom always favors Mi'er. I don't want to say it anymore."

"It's my fault." Madam Jia wiped her tears distressedly, "Be good, do whatever you want in the future. I have your back, so don't be afraid of your aunt."

With her mother's words, Jia Wanlin instantly forgave her mother. She buried herself in her mother's arms and cried for a long time. She wiped away her tears embarrassedly and said, "Today, when I saw my cousin hitting Mi'er's hand, I felt very happy. Is this not good?"

Jia Wanlin looked difficult to get along with, but he was actually kind-hearted. Tian Mier was happy to be beaten, so she must have suffered a lot of injustice in her daily life.

In the past, Tian Mi'er's sweet talk and coaxing skills had persuaded Jia Wanlin to be more lenient for her younger sister's sake, but she hadn't expected her daughter to suffer injustice. Madam Jia was a little annoyed, feeling that Tian Mi'er had played two sides, acting so well-behaved and sensible in front of her, but then acting so arrogantly in front of her peers. "It's nothing bad. You were bullied, and seeing your cousin punish her naturally made you feel better. It's not a big deal."

"My cousin speaks softly to us, but she's very fierce to Tian Mier." Jia Wanlin thought for a moment, "No, not fierce. She's very imposing. You can tell at a glance that she's not someone you'd want to bully."

Madam Jia smiled and scratched her nose. "Your cousin is a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. If others are well-intentioned, she will be easy to talk to. If others are malicious, she will stab them twice. This personality can be described as good or bad."

"Why?" Jia Wanlin raised his head.

"If she is smart and can distinguish who she can offend and who she cannot offend, then that's good. If she can't distinguish, and anyone dares to fight back like this, she will probably suffer a loss." Mrs. Jia explained.

Jia Wanlin nodded. "You're picking on the weak?"

Madam Jia couldn't help laughing, "Who did you learn this from? The words are rough but the truth is true."

Over there, Jia Wanqing also told her mother about Tian Mier, but Mrs. Jia was gentle in nature and only advised her to be patient.

Jia Wanqing was only twelve, far from the age to endure such a situation. Having suffered injustice during the day, she immediately ran out crying. She had no idea where she was going, and only realized she had reached Qingwu Courtyard when she stopped. She peeked inside and was spotted by a maid.

"Second Miss, is there something wrong?" the woman came forward and asked.

Since they were already here, Jia Wanqing asked, "Cousin, are you free?"

"My cousin is taking a nap. Would you like to come in and wait for a while or come back later?"

Jia Wanqing pouted, fearing her mother might say something unpleasant again if she went back. She spotted the swing in the yard. "I'll come in for a minute," she said, heading straight for it. There wasn't one in their yard. She'd wanted to ask her father to install one before, but her mother said she was too old and it was for children. She knew her parents didn't have a good relationship, so her mother didn't want her to bother him.

Her brother had promised to help her install one, but then he got busy and forgot about it. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She sat there crying silently, looking so pitiful.

After hearing what the servant said, Madam Xu came out to see the Second Young Lady crying bitterly. She felt distressed and asked, "Second Young Lady? Why are you crying? Tell Madam Xu, what's wrong?"

It's bearable to cry alone, but the most unbearable thing for people is to be comforted when they are sad. Jia Wanqing couldn't control herself and cried out loudly. But she didn't know where to start, so she sobbed and said, "I want a swing too... wuwuwu... I don't have one, I've wanted one for a long time..."

That's it? Aunt Xu didn't know what to say, and was worried that her voice would be too loud and disturb the two masters in the room. She coaxed her, "Then install one. I'll talk to the eldest lady for you, okay? You can also talk to the old lady. They will definitely agree. It will be installed for you in two or three days. Stop crying, or your eyes will be swollen and not pretty anymore."

Xia Chu was already awake inside. She glanced at Jia Qingwu, who was still soundly asleep, and quietly got up. Jia Qingwu was eating more now and sleeping longer, perhaps to compensate for the lack of sleep.

There were still cries in the yard, so she went over to find the source and saw Aunt Xu and several other women who were responsible for cleaning, surrounding a person.

"What's going on? Who is crying?" she asked as she walked.

"Cousin." The servants bowed, revealing Jia Wanqing sitting on the swing.

"Xia, cousin." Jia Wanqing wiped her tears and spoke stutteringly, "I'm, I'm, fine. Sorry... for waking you up..."

The little girl's face was red from crying, and her eyes looked even more pitiful. They were wet with tears, and it was heartbreaking to see them.

"It's okay, come and talk to your cousin, what's wrong?" Xia Chu took her hand and led her into the house, then turned around and told Cuihua to get a basin of hot water and wring a handkerchief to apply to her eyes.

Jia Wanqing cleaned up the mess on her face, a hint of embarrassment on her face. Honestly, she didn't know where to begin. Her mother was gentle, or, to put it bluntly, a bit cowardly. She always told her and her brother to be patient with others.

For example, the mother thought the swing was too troublesome and too cumbersome to move. She didn't want to draw attention to herself, so she always found various excuses to refuse.

There are so many things like this that I don’t even know where to start.

Xia Chu asked a few questions, but when she saw that Jia Wanqing seemed to be having trouble speaking, she stopped asking and talked about the class. "What time do you go there this afternoon?"

Jia Wanqing glanced at the sky and said, "It's almost time."

"Then let's go over. Have you eaten?" Xia Chu asked.

"I ate it." I had eaten half of it and now I had no appetite to eat more.