Eavesdropping on Fu Bao's inner thoughts, emptying the stored grain and fleeing the famine

"Enough!" Seeing Lian Xiuyan and Lian Rongrong arguing like this, how could the old lady not be annoyed?

Seeing the old lady's stern face, everyone in the hall immediately fell silent. Although Lian Xiuyan still looked unconvinced, she dared not say anything more.

Seeing that her adoptive aunt was no longer making things difficult, Lian Rongrong naturally didn't bother to cause any more trouble. She claimed to be tired and left the hall with Fu Bao.

The Lian Family Villa was bestowed upon them by His Majesty when the old master was still alive. Its area is comparable to that of the Lian Mansion in the capital.

Before Lian Rong got married, she often accompanied her grandmother to stay at the other courtyard, so she had her own room.

After leaving the main hall and passing through two moon gates, you arrive at the backyard where the women rest. Lian Rongrong's room is located in the southeast corner of this area.

Chuntao and Qiuju stayed by her side the whole time, but Lian Rongrong still held Fubao herself the whole time.

It wasn't that Lian Rongrong didn't trust Chun Tao and Qiu Ju; it was simply that as a new mother, she always wanted to be with her child.

Adding to the fact that Lian Xiuyan had pinched Fu Bao's face hard earlier, Lian Rongrong felt that the child was wronged and wanted to spend more time with her.

The four of them, master and servants, slowly walked to the boudoir in the southeast corner, which was pitch black inside.

Chuntao and Qiuju entered the room with practiced ease and lit the oil lamp.

Although Lian Rong hadn't visited the villa since marrying into the Qi family, her boudoir was still kept very clean.

It is evident that the old lady was usually very good at managing her subordinates, and even the servants in the other courtyard never slacked off in the slightest.

Lian Rongrong carried the child into the room, and a warm current rushed towards her. Lian Rongrong looked at the brazier in the corner with some surprise.

"Strange, it's not surprising that someone cleans this house, but why is there a brazier?"

Could it be that Grandma knows we're coming? That shouldn't be the case!

Just as Lian Rongrong was filled with curiosity, a sharp voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Who dares to enter my boudoir?"

Lian Rongrong looked towards the door following the sound, and soon Wang Yue appeared at the door.

Although Wang Yue is Lian Xiuyan's daughter, she does not resemble her mother in appearance; instead, she looks more like the old lady Lian.

Even in the Holy Capital, Wang Yue was considered one of the most beautiful women. It's just that her face didn't match her temperament at all.

Wang Yue is five years older than Lian Rong, but she has never married. Although she has no shortage of suitors, Wang Yue is too proud to accept anyone.

If I had to name someone I once admired, it would be Lian Rong's ex-husband, Qi Wangsheng.

However, in the memories left by Lian Rong, her cousin didn't necessarily really like that scumbag Qi Wangsheng. It was just that Lian Rong chose Qi Wangsheng, so Wang Yue wanted to steal him away.

Lian Rong's cousin is no pushover; all the memories Lian Rong can see of Wang Yue are of her fighting with Lian Rong over things.

From small things like food and clothing, to big things like men and marriage.

Lian Rongrong couldn't help but glance at Wang Yue, thinking to herself: Is this girl crazy? If Lian Rong wanted a pile of shit, would she snatch it too?

But why would Mother want to look at a pile of poop?

Fu Bao, nestled in her arms, blinked her big eyes at Lian Rongrong, an expression that made Lian Rongrong burst into laughter.

Yeah, why would she want to look at poop?

"Hey, what are you laughing at? Get out of here right now!"

Seeing Lian Rongrong laughing so happily, Wang Yue felt it was a provocation and became even more annoyed.

Lian Rongrong glanced at the imperious Wang Yue in front of her again, and a sense of disgust inexplicably rose in her heart.

Originally, it was just a room, and there was nothing to fight over. But when Lian Rongrong thought about Wang Yue's past behavior and the trouble Lian Xiuyan had caused in the main hall, she wanted to be the "bad guy" and fight for her.

"When did this room become my cousin's?" Lian Rongrong raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Wang Yue with disdain.

"If I remember correctly, these rooms in the southeast corner were built by my father specifically for me later."

Lian Rongrong handed Fu Bao to Chun Tao, and then sat in the main seat in the room.

Wang Yue felt a little embarrassed because Lian Rongrong was right. The rooms in the southeast corner were indeed newly built by her uncle for Lian Rongrong.

Initially, this was just an open space. However, because Lian Rongrong liked to practice swordsmanship, her uncle was worried that it would disturb her grandmother's rest, so he built several houses in the southeast corner.

But in Wang Yue's eyes, her uncle's actions were blatant favoritism. His excuses about not wanting to disturb her grandmother's rest were just that—excuses!

Apart from the main house of the maternal grandmother, the largest and most beautiful room in the entire courtyard belonged to Lian Rongrong.

Wang Yue had long coveted Lian Rongrong's boudoir. Not long after Lian Rongrong got married, Wang Yue took over her place. But who knew that this girl would come again!

Despite being in the wrong, Wang Yue inherited Lian Xiuyan's domineering nature; even when she was wrong, she would still try to find a reason to argue her point.

Wang Yue stood forward with her hands on her hips, and shouted defiantly:

"Your uncle only built a house here, he didn't say that only you could live here!"

Lian Rongrong's lips twitched slightly, and she suddenly leaned close to Wang Yue, startling Wang Yue into taking two steps back.

What are you doing?

Wang Yue knew that Lian Rong knew kung fu. Although Lian Rong had never laid a hand on her before, Wang Yue was still somewhat afraid of Lian Rong.

"What are you afraid of, cousin? Are you afraid I'll take action?" Lian Rongrong glanced at Wang Yue, both amused and exasperated, and then said:

"I don't hit people unless necessary! Besides, my cousin is so weak, I wouldn't dare to lay a hand on her."

"You!" Wang Yue sensed the threat and contempt in Lian Rongrong's words, but for a moment she didn't know how to retaliate.

Lian Rongrong snorted coldly and continued, "From what my cousin was saying just now, it seems she was implying that these rooms weren't built specifically for me by Father?"

"That's true! My uncle loves me just as much as you do!"

“That makes sense.” Lian Rongrong nodded. “Father does love you and your cousin just as much as the three of us siblings.”

But I still have a question, cousin, what does the plaque outside this courtyard say?

Upon hearing this, Wang Yue fell silent, but Lian Rongrong was not about to let it go.

Lian Rongrong stepped forward and said, word by word, "Rongbao Residence! Cousin, do you still think this house isn't mine?"

"Lian Rongrong, don't be too arrogant. I believe that as long as I talk to my uncle, he will definitely make you give this place to me."

"What? You can't reason with me, so you're resorting to being a scoundrel?"

Wang Yue, in the past, when Father asked me to give in, I always did, but today, I refuse!

I'd like to see who can drag me out by force!

Lian Rongrong turned away and ignored Wang Yue. She walked straight to Chun Tao and took Fu Bao from her.

As soon as Fu Bao was in Lian Rongrong's arms, he kicked his little feet excitedly. Seeing how cute and cuddly the little guy was, Lian Rongrong's anger towards Wang Yue just now vanished instantly.

But Wang Yue was blind to the danger. Seeing Lian Rongrong holding Xiao Fubao, a glint of malice flashed in her eyes, and then she said:

"My cousin was sent back to her parents' home right after giving birth? She must be really annoying."