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No matter how serious the situation was, she would only calmly say, "What’s there to panic about?" Then, without any rush, she would go about solving the problem, as if nothing in the world could trouble her. Because of this, in Qi Xiaopeng's heart, his mother was even stronger than his father.
Zhang Jingxue ignored him and hurried to a corner mechanism, knocking on it in a complicated manner. A small hidden compartment opened in the wall, revealing several memorial tablets and burning incense.
"Mother, how come there's a hidden compartment here? I've been here many times and never knew about it. And whose memorial tablets are these?"
Zhang Jingxue still paid him no mind and grabbed the tablets before running outside.
The tablets were not large, but there were quite a few of them. Seeing that Zhang Jingxue was struggling to hold them, Qi Xiaopeng reached out to help her but was roughly shoved away.
"Don't touch me!"
Qi Xiaopeng was startled, not because of his mother's angry shout, but because of the unmasked hatred in her eyes.
Hatred? He couldn't have seen it wrong. But why would his mother hate him?
"Mother."
Zhang Jingxue turned and ran outside. Qi Xiaopeng hurried to follow her, urging as he went, "Mother, slow down! Don't fall!"
He chased her all the way to the front courtyard, where there were no servants around. He saw Zhang Jingxue running toward Sang Qingxiao.
"It's you! You made my mother cry! My mother kindly arranged a place for you to stay, but it turned out to be inviting a wolf into the house! I don’t care what your intentions are; you need to apologize to my mother first!"
Sang Qingxiao sighed inwardly; he truly was a devoted son—perhaps even more so than his brother. More accurately, his devotion was purer.
Zhang Jingxue interrupted him sharply. "Shut up!"
"Mother, what’s wrong? I'm worried about you."
Zhang Jingxue looked at him with a gaze that had already retracted its hatred but was still complex. "I'm fine; I just talked about some past matters with Miss Sang and got a bit emotional. You shouldn’t be lingering here; go back and continue your confinement."
"Mother, what past matters? You talk to an outsider but not to me? Am I not your own son anymore?" Qi Xiaopeng's face showed both grievance and eagerness to please. "Mother, I've already been locked up for a night—cold, thirsty, and hungry. I know I was wrong; just let me out! I promise I'll behave."
"If you're worried I'll cause trouble, then I'll follow you closely at all times, right under your nose. You can rest assured then."
"Can you hold your temper?"
"I definitely can! Mother, I listen to you the most. I promise that during Father's birthday..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was met with another furious shout. "Don't mention him!"
Qi Xiaopeng was once again bewildered.
Zhang Jingxue snapped, "I'm fed up! Go back! Stay in confinement!"
After being yelled at several times and worrying about his mother, Qi Xiaopeng's stubbornness flared up. He plopped down on a stone bench and said, "Mother! You're not in the right mood, so I definitely won't leave! What on earth happened? You have someone to rely on too; why do you have to bear it all alone?"
Rely on you?
His mother's expression was complicated, which Qi Xiaopeng interpreted as disdain. He felt wronged and embarrassed, unable to argue back. "If I don't help, I can always find someone who can assist you. Mother, please don't think poorly of me; I still have some use. Just tell me what's going on; it might make you feel better."
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