Ancients were steeped in superstition, and the people in this household were no exception, especially Qin Liuxi who had grown up in the Daoist Temple. As she said, even if she couldn't learn the full extent, wasn't learning some trivial tricks still better than what they knew?
Mrs. Xie became more restless thinking about her own misfortunes.
Qin Mingyue, standing by her side, glanced at Qin Liuxi's dress and said softly, "But big sister, our mother was injured in your courtyard."
Qin Liuxi looked over, feigning the gesture of Xishi clutching her heart, and said with sorrow, "Are you implying that our destinies inherently clash, Second Sister? That I am the bane of our aunt? If that's the case, then I shall leave."
She made a show of beginning to leave.
Qin Mingyue was baffled, this—this wasn't her usual demeanor; how brazen and tough she had been before, so why did she appear so pitiful and bullied in front of our grandmother?
Even more exaggerated and affected than herself.
