Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Chapter 62: Chapter 63: For Your Own Good_l

Translator: 549690339

She stuffed the note into the bamboo tube on the homing pigeon’s right leg, let go of her hand, and the pigeon flapped its wings, circling twice in front of the window before flying out of the Imperial Court, heading towards the Imperial

Palace.

Xiao Qingluo, please don’t blame Aunt Xu for not helping you find your biological parents. Aunt Xu is doing this for your own good.

Xu Yunru watched the pigeon fly away, then rubbed her brow, showing a trace of fatigue.

The Duke of Zhen’s mansion held great power, controlling three hundred thousand Lin Clan troops, and had long been a thorn in the eyes of the many generations of empresses.

Fortunately, the Duke of Zhen’s household had no daughters, posing no threat to the Crown Princess’s position, and thus had managed to stay safe until now.

Now that the Duke of Zhen’s household has a eldest granddaughter, the Empress feels like she has a fish bone stuck in her throat and can’t sleep peacefully.

Fortunately, the fake granddaughter relies on her doting, is stupid, and has an arrogant disposition that makes her unlikable. Since she’s just a waste, the Empress has been reluctantly holding back and hasn’t made a move against her.

Little Qingluo, with your intelligence, you will understand Aunt Xu’s painstaking efforts one day.

Aunt Xu has no other expectations, but only hopes that you will grow up happily among the common people.

At least until you have the ability to protect yourself, do not get involved in the cruel struggle for imperial power.

Imperial Palace’s backyard, Serene Snow Pavilion.

Noble Lord stood by the window, stretched out his right hand, and let the pigeon rest on his wrist.

He took the note out of the bamboo tube, released the pigeon.

He opened the note, looked it over with downcast eyes, tore it to pieces, and threw it on the floor.

Southeast direction, Woniu Village, Medicine King Valley.

Following the river downstream from Woniu Village for three hundred miles, one would find Medicine King Valley.

Which place is the Immortal Sect referring to by the southeast direction: Woniu Village or Medicine King Valley?

If it really is Medicine King Valley, why hasn’t Xuan’er’s condition improved?

What does Xuan’er mean by always calling for his sister to rub his belly?

After the small episode where Dashan’s wife and Liu’s daughter-in-law were rejected in their marriage proposal to the Su Clan, life in Woniu Village returned to its peaceful state.

Hunters went hunting on the mountain as usual, women did farm work, embroidered handkerchiefs, made clothes, and helped support the family.

Following this, the life of Su Hu’s family became more and more prosperous, and some of the villagers couldn’t help but feel envious. The gossip reached the Old Village Chief’s ears and he couldn’t help but scold them.

Li Xiu’e made bamboo flutes at home and went out to chat during her free time, hearing quite a few idle talks.

Basically, the talks were about how the Su family had become wealthy but had not cared for their neighbors. Other than the Old Village Chief’s family, who could enjoy game dishes, the rest of the village still lived in poverty and hunger, and the Su family had never extended a helping hand voluntarily.

Feeling uncomfortable after hearing these idle talks, Li Xiu’e returned home and sat in the yard alone, sulking. No matter how much Su Hu tried to console her, she couldn’t be cheered up.

Su Zixuan was not good with words and struggled to console others, so in the end, the difficult task fell on Su Qingluo.

“Mom, don’t be angry. Anger is bad for your health.”

Su Qingluo, with her cute little voice, stepped closer to Li Xiu’e and tried to snuggle into her embrace.

“Sister Yu, I’ve thought it over. Although those gossiping women are hateful, what they said is true.”

Li Xiu’e hugged her daughter’s soft little body, and the anger that had been building up in her heart gradually subsided.

“There are indeed a few families in our village whose lives are harder than others. Whenever I see them, it reminds me of our past, and I can’t help but feel distressed.

“Mom, do you want to help them?”

Su Qingluo consummately picked up on Li Xiu’e’s intention. “Sister Yu, do you have any good ideas?”

Li Xiu’e lovingly patted her daughter’s head and looked hopeful.

Very straightforwardly, Su Qingluo said, “Mom, you can just ask Dad to buy rice, flour, and cooking oil, and send them to their homes.”

Li Xiu’e was a bit stunned: “Are there any other ways? Like teaching them to make flutes?”