Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 178 - 179: Making a Brush for the Little Prince 1

Chapter 178: Chapter 179: Making a Brush for the Little Prince 1

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“With his current strength, taking on a whole country would be like hitting a rock with an egg.”

Little Kingfisher agreed wholeheartedly: “That’s why he wants to win over

Master, to gather as much support as possible and use it for his own benefits.”

“Why would he try to win over a little girl like me?”

Su Qingluo didn’t take it seriously: “Does he really think I’m a reincarnated God of War, an expert in military strategies, and possessing an unstoppable, unparalleled bravery?”

“He dared to consume the Ice Soul Cold Lotus, so he’s no ordinary person.”

Little Kingfisher reminded quietly: “It’s better for Master to be cautious and not get too close to him, lest you get implicated.”

“No worries.”

Su Qingluo calmly smiled: “He has a grudge against Beiming, and our interests align. At least there won’t be any conflicts when it comes to dealing with the Black Wolf Guard.’

“As for the rest, I’m still young and won’t get too deeply involved. Even if we have some business dealings, it’s just a cooperative relationship, with no harm in it.”

“As long as Master is aware, it’s fine.”

Little Kingfisher was relieved, fluttered his little wings joyfully, and curled up into a tiny ball to nestle by the pillow for a nap.

“Sister, Xuan’er wants to learn to write too.”

Little Prince could not hear the conversation between Su Qingluo and Little Kingfisher. Seeing that Su Qingluo had not moved her brush for a long time, he became a little puzzled and reached out to grab the brush in her hand.

“Alright, Sister will teach Xuan’er how to write.”

Su Qingluo came to her senses, grinned, and picked up the little cute baby. She sat him on her lap and held his hand with her right hand, teaching him how to write stroke by stroke.

Little Baby clung to his sister happily, feeling the sweet scent unique to girls, and his heart was bubbling with joy.

“Xuan, Er.”

Su Qingluo held Little Prince’s hand and taught him to write his own name. The pen was too thick for Little Prince to hold, and he struggled a lot during writing.

After a short while of writing, the inside of his tender little hand had turned red from rubbing against the pen. Little Baby pursed his lips, tears almost rolling in his eyes.

“Xuan’er, let’s not write today. Sister will make you a few smaller, thinner brushes suitable for your use another day.”

Su Qingluo took out some ointment from her Storage Ring and applied it to the red fingers.

The ointment was cool and quickly made the redness disappear. Little Prince instantly cheered up, hugged his sister, and started yawning.

Su Qingluo smiled, bathed and cleaned up, then put him to bed. She returned to her desk and completed the homework assigned by Master.

In the deep night, Little Prince slept soundly. Su Qingluo, under the dim candlelight, used a small knife to whittle the pen.

She whittled her own brush to a thickness suitable for Little Prince’s use.

“Master, you really do spoil this little guy. Staying up late to whittle a brush for him instead of sleeping.”

Little Kingfisher poked his head out of the feathers, glanced at his little owner, and yawned.

Su Qingluo smiled warmly: “He’s the little baby I raised since childhood, just like my own brother. I can’t bear to see him suffer even a little bit.”

You’re not raising a brother, you’re raising a cute pet!

Little Kingfisher secretly scoffed.

“Alright.”

After adjusting the pen to the right size, length, and thickness, Su Qingluo put down the small knife, happily looking at her masterpiece. She took out some lubricant from her Storage Ring, applied a thick layer on the pen, and left the newly finished brush on the desk to dry.

“Time to sleep.”

Stretching comfortably, she blew out the candle, lay down in her clothes, pulled the quilt over herself, and closed her eyes peacefully.

Soft starlight penetrated the window, casting a sprinkling of light on the bed, covering the delicate little girl.

Little Kingfisher jumped onto his little owner’s chest, curled up contentedly, and fluttered his wings..

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