Quick transmigration, she doesn't love anyone!

Chapter 141 Transmigration into Stepmother Literature × SimpletonTyrantGuard (2)

Yue Shan has been on the rooftop for the past few days, monitoring everything down to the smallest detail.

Yun Qiao felt a slight burning sensation on her wrist in the room, then turned over and slept comfortably.

She was awakened late at night by the commotion outside.

A fire broke out in one of the courtyards of the Prince's mansion. Everyone was busy putting out the fire, and she hurriedly got up and went to see what was happening.

"Pah, you idiot! Will you dare do it again next time?!"

The fire had been extinguished, but thick smoke was still billowing out, and Yun Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She's only just married into the family; the house can't be burned down.

Hearing the curses coming from the corner, Yun Qiao frowned unconsciously and went over to take a look.

In the corner, several servants were punching and kicking, while the dirty bun squatting in the corner was also fierce, biting one of them tightly and refusing to let go.

The howling was deafening.

It was obvious that two fists could not defeat four feet, and he was at a disadvantage.

Just as the person holding the stick behind him was about to strike his head, Yun Qiao instinctively lunged forward and grabbed his head.

It's not that she's selfless; a blow to the back is a small matter, but if that blow had hit her on the head, the little idiot would be dead.

She gleaned information about the person in front of her from the original owner's memories; the person she needed to monitor was her eldest son.

Yun Qiao closed her eyes, but the expected pain did not come.

She was already trembling and waiting to be hit with a stick.

I heard clanging and banging sounds and screams behind me.

Yun Qiao turned around and saw a tall figure with his back to her.

Seeing the servants who had been bullying them driven away, the figure who had saved them stiffened somewhat.

Before Yun Qiao could express her gratitude, he flew away and disappeared as if fleeing.

Qin Xiangming, who was squatting in the corner and being held by Yun Qiao, had a deep look in his eyes.

Yue Shan's existence exposed him as utterly useless.

He hadn't expected Yun Qiao to protect him at the crucial moment, so this time his methods were more sophisticated; he was now trying to win people's hearts.

This doesn't seem like the style of that madman; he's always been brutal and cruel.

Thinking of Qin Xiangchi, Qin Xiangming's disgust for Yun Qiao deepened.

Yun Qiao was bewildered. Was it common for people in ancient times to do good deeds anonymously?

Discarding the unrealistic thoughts in her mind, she turned around and let go of Qin Xiangming.

My first impression: dirty.

Second impression: dirty.

Third impression: Dirty!

What kind of dust is on your face? Did you just escape from a fire?

She naturally let go, and disgustedly rubbed her hands, which she had used to hug him, on her clothes.

His mouth was still covered in blood; he had just bitten someone.

Qin Xiangming trembled, his eyes filled with fear and defensiveness. Yun Qiao grabbed the corner of her clothes and hastily wiped the ash and blood off his face.

I didn't have anything else around, so I just made do with what I had, since everything was dirty.

She'd never spoken to a mentally challenged person before, so she didn't know where to begin.

Staring at each other, Qin Xiangming dutifully played the role of a frightened fool, trembling slightly, even though he couldn't understand what Yun Qiao was up to.

What Yun Qiao was thinking about was, of course, how to appease the simple-minded boy.

After a moment, he revealed what he thought was a kind, innocent, and foolish smile, and patted Qin Xiangming's head.

"Don't be afraid, my dear, I'm your... mother?"

Qin Xiangming almost couldn't continue acting, a murderous intent rising in his heart.

He was wrong. Qin Xiangchi, that madman, had indeed improved this time. It wasn't about psychological manipulation, but about insults and disgust.

What could Yun Qiao have done wrong? She herself almost couldn't continue speaking. She suddenly had another son who was older than her. Wasn't she wronged?

I shivered inexplicably, feeling a chill in the air around me.

He reached out and pulled the fool up.

Qin Xiangming had no idea what trick Yun Qiao was playing, so he got up and followed her step by step.

But the more she looked at him, the more something seemed off, so she led him back to her courtyard.

Yun Qiao glanced back at the dirty-looking fool and told a servant to bring hot water. Then she lifted his sleeve to check on him.

Sensing the fool's resistance, he coaxed him softly:

"Son..."

Forget it, it's too convoluted. Even if he's a complete idiot who knows nothing, it's still strange that she's inexplicably a generation older than him.

She coughed lightly to cover up the unspoken address, "Let me check if you're hurt, don't hide~"

Seeing that the fool was still hiding, he frowned and lightly patted the back of his hand.

She glared at him, then rolled up her sleeves and took a look.

There are some scratches, including on the palms.

"What a scoundrel! He even bullies idiots."

Yun Qiao muttered curses under her breath at her tyrannical boss.

Unbeknownst to her, Qin Xiangming frowned.

After treating his scrapes, I looked at the dirty man and gestured for him to go wash up.

Would an idiot wash it?

Yun Qiao led the man to the bathtub and patiently explained the process, though it was unclear whether he understood.

"You wash yourself. I'll be behind the screen. Call for help if anything happens, understand?"

She was afraid the fool would drown.

Have her maid help with the washing? No way, she's only getting paid a little, why would she make such a sacrifice?

As for having Qin Xiangming's servants wash him, she had inquired and found out that no one cared about this idiot. What could be done? He was just an idiot, and these servants had essentially taken over the Prince's mansion, acting like tyrants.

After saying that, Yun Qiao went behind the screen and sat down to contemplate her inexplicable life.

There was no money in the Prince's mansion's accounts. She asked this question on her way out to find something to eat today. Although she didn't know how the servants' wages were paid, the steward said there was none left. What could she do?

She immediately exchanged a secret signal with the steward, telling him that she was also one of the emperor's people.

What else can we do? Use our own wages to support idiots? They're all embezzling money from the Prince's mansion, can't we all embezzle together?

Yes, I remember that she also received wages from their spy department, and she was paid monthly.

She figured her money was hers, and wondered if she could squeeze some out of the Prince's mansion for the fool, since the fool's life mattered too.

Butler: Smile politely and refrain from talking nonsense.

Yun Qiao didn't know if the steward was the emperor's man or simply working independently, nor did she understand the power dynamics within the palace.

But obviously, as a newcomer, no one would willingly share the profits with her.

She was a mistress in name only; in reality, her vengeful boss sent her there to monitor and torment the fool.

Reporting it to the central government? The central government is her emperor and superior; she'd be courting death.

worry.

Qin Xiangming coldly watched the figure sitting behind the screen with her back to him, listening to her sighs and frustrations from time to time.

He wondered, was this Yun Qiao really someone sent by that madman?

It doesn't look like it, but it could be acting. If it's acting so seamlessly, then he really underestimated him.

"Xiaoming, you can't drink the water in that bucket, you know!"

Qin Xiangming, who was deep in thought, heard the sudden reminder from outside and realized that she hadn't moved for a while, but there was no other sound. She guessed that she had been drinking water inside.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze darkening, and stirred the water, making a sound.

Yun Qiao was relieved to hear that the sound was normal and continued to think about what to do next.

It's impossible for her to serve a tyrant willingly; her upbringing doesn't allow her to bully fools.

Besides! Just thinking about the tyrant's face, which was exactly the same as the blond school bully's, made her grit her teeth in hatred!