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"Where does your mother live?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"I just made up a story and almost disgusted myself. I put some thought into it, so I can't just let it go."
"I'm planning to bury a piece of Rotten Flesh to make her remember the smell of Rotten Flesh."
"The next time I see Qi Hao, I wonder whether her sense of smell or sight will prevail."
Qi Xiaomian laughed, mischievously.
"She was just thinking about hitting me!"
"Didn't she miss? You even got slapped."
"Tsk, how did I hear a hint of complaint in your words?" Sang Qingxiao said with a sarcastic tone. "After all, she's your own mother."
Qi Xiaomian hurriedly replied, "You must have misunderstood! How about this? You talk to Madam on my behalf as a favor, and I'll handle the burying of the Rotten Flesh. That way, you won't suspect my attitude toward her."
Sang Qingxiao questioned, "Are you really going to do it?"
"You'll know once it causes a stir."
Sang Qingxiao felt a little happy inside. "Then I'll wait for your good news."
As Sang Qingxiao swayed back to her residence, Zhang Jingxue was in the courtyard calculating accounts.
Her skill with the abacus was impressive; from afar, the lines of accounts were well-organized.
Ah, what a wonderful woman she is—talented in both martial arts and household management. It's just unfortunate that she married such a man.
Sang Qingxiao sat down beside her.
Zhang Jingxue turned her head and smiled at her, putting down the pen in her hand.
"Madam, I was reckless today. After I left, did Qi Hao make things difficult for you?"
"He just threw a tantrum; I've gotten used to it over the years—what goes in one ear comes out the other. I just ignore it."
"Did he really throw a tantrum?" Sang Qingxiao looked her up and down. "But did he hurt you?"
"He has never hit me."
"Oh, that's good. But still, Madam has suffered because of me."
Zhang Jingxue shook her head. "What kind of person is Zhi Hechun? I didn't stop her, and she barged right in. In the end, it's still my fault."
He Chuan's words were sharp, not much less than Qi Hao's. Miss Sang also suffered a scolding because of me; it should be my lady who apologizes.
Sang Qingxiao hurriedly waved her hand. "Let's drop this matter; if we keep discussing it, it will only get more complicated. We should focus on the main issue."
The main issue? Zhang Jingxue waved her hand, signaling everyone else to leave.
Once they were alone, Sang Qingxiao activated a charm to prevent their conversation from being overheard. "Madam," she said directly, "before I came here, I heard about the Zhang Family and wanted to ask you—what kind of feelings do you have for Qi Hao?"
The directness took Zhang Jingxue by surprise for a moment before she replied, "I have an irreconcilable feud with him, but I cannot resist him."
"Why can't you resist?"
"Because he holds my leverage, something I cherish deeply."
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