Chapter 145: Rong Zhi’s Indifference
“Then my luck is really good.”
Qin Wanwan appeared very confident and proud.
“Since you sincerely want to give it to me, then I’ll accept it.”
She thought this butterfly pupa looked quite nice, and it was red!
The beggar, eating a steamed bun, said to her: “This thing is too small and easily lost. You can make it into a necklace. If you make a hole at the top, it won’t die so easily. If you wear it on your body, it won’t be so easily lost.”
“But I already have something hanging on my neck, look.”
Qin Wanwan showed him the red string hanging around her neck.
“Then make it into a bracelet, or earrings or a hairpin.”
Qin Wanwan: “Then I’ll go back and make it into a hairpin; bracelets and earrings are easily pressed.”
The two of them got along quite well.
When Qin Wanwan left, she also asked for his name.
“My name is Qin Wanwan, what’s your name?”
Meeting the young lady’s clear and beautiful eyes, the beggar smiled and said: “What do you need to know my name for? We are just strangers who met by chance. If we have a chance to meet again in the future, I’ll tell you my name, alright?”
Qin Wanwan didn’t dwell on it and nodded obediently.
“Then I’m going back. Remember to learn how to beg properly, otherwise being hungry will be very uncomfortable. Here’s some money for you to buy medicine at the pharmacy so you can heal. Once you’re better, find a job and earn money.”
The little one was quite caring.
The beggar didn’t refuse the ten taels of silver she gave him, and responded with a smile: “Okay, I understand.”
After leaving this place, Qin Wanwan ate a bowl of wontons and went home.
Father Shang hadn’t returned yet.
Qin Wanwan thought about her wool and went to the backyard.
The wool, which originally had a foul smell and was dirty, was now spread out on a mat.
After half a day, the wool, which had become clean white, was half dry.
However, it didn’t look as fluffy.
All this wool had been soaked and washed with scented soap water. In addition to the previous steps, not only was the bad smell gone, but it also carried the fresh scent of soap.
However, it took a whole large bar of scented soap to clean it.
Keke: “This wool still needs to be sorted, separating the coarse wool from the fine and soft wool. Then it needs to be combed with a comb to make it fluffy and soft. Cub, it seems we forgot to make a comb.”
The comb for combing wool is not the same type of comb they use for their hair.
That kind is useless. They need to specifically find someone to custom-make it, requiring a very fine-toothed comb, as fine as a needle.
Qin Wanwan blinked her innocent little face: “Keke, you didn’t tell me.”
Keke: “It doesn’t matter, have your father get someone to make it.”
“Father Shang is so busy right now, will it be too much trouble for him?”
Then find your Father Rong. He’s an Imperial Chancellor, he must have quite a few craftsmen working for him.
Craftsmen in this era were considered lowly and many were kept by high officials and nobles.
“Okay, I’ll go find him now.”
The Qilin Cub was very enthusiastic about looking for Daddy.
So she happily ran next door again.
“Father Rong, open the door, Wanwan is back~”
Of course, Rong Zhi wouldn’t come to open the door for her; the guard opened it.
Qin Wanwan never expected that this time she came to find Father Rong, she would encounter a bloody scene.
Accompanied by the sound of caning, screams echoed. There were quite a few people in the small courtyard, but most of them were kneeling on the ground, trembling.
And amidst this bloody scene, Rong Zhi sat in his white robe not far away, his expression unreadable. He was sipping tea.
His surroundings seemed peaceful, creating a jarring contrast.
Qin Wanwan glanced at the person being caned. It was a woman.
Her buttocks were already bleeding, her face was pale, and cold sweat was pouring down like water. She was continuously begging for mercy.
“I was wrong, I won’t dare again, Prime Minister. Please spare me.”
Her cries grew weaker.
“Wanwan, come here.”
Rong Zhi saw Qin Wanwan and cast a cold glance at the person who led her.
That person, with a pale face, fell to his knees with a thud.
Qin Wanwan ran to Rong Zhi’s side.
“Father Rong.”
Hands with a cold fragrance covered her eyes.
Qin Wanwan’s face was small, and Rong Zhi’s hand almost covered her entire face.
“Alright, take the person away first.”
His voice was still pleasant, unhurried, yet it carried a sense of pressure.
Two people grabbed the woman’s arms and dragged her out, leaving a trail of blood.
“You all go down too.”
The other people kneeling on the ground also quickly left.
Where Qin Wanwan couldn’t see, Rong Zhi’s eyes were terrifyingly indifferent, completely lacking the gentle, smiling demeanor he usually had.
He took Qin Wanwan’s hand and walked into the house.
Qin Wanwan couldn’t help but turn her head curiously, catching sight of the blood-stained path. The air seemed to be tainted with a nauseating smell of blood.
“Don’t look.”
The man placed one hand on her head and turned her face back.
“Daddy, why did you hit her?”
Rong Zhi didn’t hide it from her: “That person was an informant sent to my residence. Today, she put medicine in the soup I ate.”
When working in officialdom, there were bound to be many informants in one’s residence.
But those caught usually met a bad end.
Especially someone who attempted to drug him.
Qin Wanwan immediately became worried seeing him: “Then Daddy, you didn’t drink it, did you?”
Rong Zhi shook his head: “No.”
Qin Wanwan finally breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against him, huffing indignantly.
“She’s so bad!”
Rong Zhi lowered his gaze. The young lady, with her bright eyes and white teeth, looked very cute at this moment, puffing her cheeks because of him.
“Aren’t you afraid?”
Qin Wanwan shook her head: “I’m not afraid. Wanwan has seen Daddy kill assassins and bandits, Wanwan is not afraid of anything.”
Rong Zhi rubbed her head: “Mm, good.”
He underestimated the little fatty cub’s resilience.
“Your father hasn’t returned yet?”
Qin Wanwan nodded glumly: “Father Shang is so busy right now, I rarely get to see him.”
The upper half of her small body leaned against Rong Zhi’s thigh, mumbling as she spoke, her voice soft and mellow, like she was acting spoiled.
“Father Shang is so pitiful, he’s cold all over. He needs to hold Wanwan at night to sleep well. I wonder if Daddy slept last night.”
Rong Zhi’s expression didn’t change much.
His subordinates had already investigated the identity of Qin Wanwan’s father.
Shang Wuyang, in Shangyang City.
It was mainly because this child couldn’t keep secrets, constantly mentioning Father Shang, and Shang Wuyang hadn’t intentionally hidden it either.
“By the way, Father Rong, Wanwan came to you for something.”
This address, “Father Rong,” was becoming more and more natural.
Rong Zhi looked at her: “Does your father know you’re randomly acknowledging fathers out there?”
Qin Wanwan poked her finger: “He knows. Wanwan isn’t randomly acknowledging fathers; you are my Daddy.”
Rong Zhi: …………
“What is it.”
Qin Wanwan: “Daddy, can you make something for me? Make a comb, one with very small and numerous teeth…”
Qin Wanwan described the comb she wanted, her small hands constantly gesturing.
Finally, she got thirsty from talking and, acting familiar, drank the tea Father Rong poured for her.
“Daddy, did you hear me clearly?”
Rong Zhi didn’t answer her, but called out to the person guarding outside: “Liu Qing.”
“Lord.”
“Go bring a blacksmith here.”
