It was dusk by the time she reached the Qin Manor. Powdery snow danced in the evening wind as Qin Yining walked to Garden of Loving Piety. A wax paper umbrella shielded her from the elements as the two maids followed her to make their evening curtsey to the old dowager.
âGranddaughter Yiâs returned. Have you had dinner yet? Come and eat with me.â The old dowager smiled when she saw Qin Yining and issued orders to Jixiang, âHave someone bring over the missâ meal box.â
Jixiang assented with a merry smile and dipped in a respectful curtsey as she passed by Qin Yining.
âMany thanks to Old Dowager.â Qin Yining breathed a soft sigh of relief. At least she could have this one meal. Sheâd already brainstormed the various ways that her father and the old dowager could punish her on the way back. None of them were good, and the worst case scenario was if theyâd act immediately, without leaving her time to prepare. It seems she was lucky enough to have a good hot meal before everything went south. It even crossed her mind that if father and the old dowager knew that food was her primary focus, theyâd probably be even angrier. Thatâs funny. This new frame of reference put her in a slightly better mood after the dejection thatâd descended after sheâd gotten herself embroiled into trouble, despite doing something good.
When they were finished with dinner, Qin Yining delivered the excuse that Steward Zhong had thought of. âI looked around today and took too a bit too much time doing so. Iâll have to go another day to go over the accounts.â
The old dowager didnât care about that at all. Qin Yining was just a girl, she wouldnât be able to get into any amount of trouble. Just as a happy atmosphere pervaded the room, footsteps sounded from outside. A servantâs respectful greeting sounded as the footsteps stopped, âSenior elder master.â
âOld Dowager, the lord has returned.â Someone called into the room as they lifted the door curtains for Qin Huaiyuan. Qin Yiningâs heart skipped a beat. She knew that things were about to take a rapid turn for the worse. She rose, standing to the side along with Qin Huining.
âHave you had dinner, Mengâer? Shall I have them prepare some?â The old dowager asked affectionately.
âNo need, mother. I have something important to attend to.â Qin Huaiyuan turned to look at Qin Yining, his gaze cold. It was a sternness that sheâd never seen in her father. When Qin Huaiyuan looked at the face that was so exceedingly like a younger version of him, his fist clenched even harder. His voice was hoarse and shook from suppressed rage as he snapped viciously, âQin Yining, what did you do today?!â
The abrupt question shocked everyone whoâd been laughing and chatting away. They all turned to look at the face-off between father and daughter. Qin Huining just barely kept herself from smirking gleefully.
The girl sighed softly and lifted her hem to kneel. âIn response to father, I fell into the Prince of Ningâs trap today. Things indeed developed in a direction that I didnât anticipate.â
It looked like heâd underestimated his own daughter. Not only was she brave, but intelligent as well. Qin Huaiyuan had been overflowing with anger and thinking of ways to punish Qin Yining, but now he just felt resignation. If only⊠if only she was a son instead of a daughterâŠ
If he had a son whoâd gotten into trouble of this quality, it wouldâve been quite an interesting sight to see his son kneeling nervously, begging daddy to bail him out. What a pityâŠ
Qin Huaiyuan pursed his lips and stared wordlessly at Qin Yining as she looked down at the ground, her back ramrod straight. Although her expression was composed, she was so nervous that her hands and feet were clammy.
Those assembled didnât know what this newfound charade was, so the old dowager couldnât help but ask, âMengâer, whatâs happened?â
Qin Huaiyuan heaved a sigh, swept the front of his robes to the side and sat down. In but a few words, he summarized the events that led to Qin Yining succesfully rescuing Tang Meng from Prince of Ning, stunning everyone with openmouthed shock!
âYou! Youâre impossible to talk to!â Qin Huaiyuan drew his brows together tightly and turned to Qin Yining. âDaughter Yi, come with me.â He didnât wait for a response, and his tall figure swept out the door.
Qin Yining silently rose and curtsied to the old dowager and the others, then quietly followed her father out into a side hall.
If Sun Haihan wasnât the official daughter of the Duke of Ding, I wouldâve thrown out this shit stirrer long ago!
âStop your caterwauling!â The old dowager bursted out angrily. âMengâer is right about you. Your manners arenât much either! Donât cry at my place, go back to your Garden of Tranquility to cry! If youâre too angry, then you can pack your bags for home right now!â
The second and third madame all hastened to speak calming words of peace when they heard that irritated snap. Qin Huining, on the other hand, clung to her motherâs arm in tears. âMother, hurry and admit your wrongs to grandmother. You canât go home!â
Qin Huiningâs expression changed drastically and shook her head vigorously. âMother, donât go! Iâm not going with you!â Are you kidding me? If I go to grandparentsâ now, the duchess will hate me!
The old dowager pounded the table in her anger, almost sending the nearby brass pipe and its accompanying tobacco pouch flying. âGet out, get out! Itâs a first even for me to witness such manners! My Mengâer is genteel and educated, well versed and logical. How could I have been so blind as to find him such a harpy of a wife?!â
The second madame rolled her eyes privately. You did it to build a connection with the Duke of Ding! Why didnât you call sister-in-law a harpy when you were making use of her familyâs power to climb up? She didnât agree with the old dowagerâs ingratitude, and so did nothing. Therefore, it was up to the third madame to come forward and calm the old dowager down again.
By now, Qin Yining had followed Qin Huaiyuanto the study in the outer residence. Sheâd just knelt when a pageboy came to report, âMy lord, someone from the inner residence has come to say that the senior madame is going home again. Sheâs carrying on as we speak. Jin- mama sent people to ask for my lord to come.â
Qin Huaiyuan knitted his brows as his brewing headache intensified. He wordlessly waved the pageboy off and took the head seat in the study, his expression as dark as a storm.