Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 258 - 257: I Don’t Want to Be Compared with the Noble Lord_1

Chapter 258 Chapter 257: I Don’t Want to Be Compared with the Noble Lord_1

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“Huya, come home with us.”

Little Prince couldn’t bear to part with Huya and broke free from his sister’s hand, running towards Huya.

Huya’s big eyes flashed with longing, and it wriggled out from under Mother Tiger’s paw, running towards Little Prince.

“Roar.”

Huya ran to Little Prince and happily jumped up on its front paws, pouncing on him.

“Huya, you’re willing to come home with us, that’s great.”

Little Prince hugged Huya’s neck and jumped around happily.

“Tiger One, Huya is still young. It won’t be too late for it to return to the mountains in half a year.”

Seeing the close interaction between Little Prince and Huya, Su Qingluo also smiled with relief.

“Roar!”

Tiger One roared softly and nodded with a surprising sense of intelligence. It led Mother Tiger and the two little cubs into the mountains, quickly disappearing from sight.

Little Prince got his wish and happily took Huya home.

An adorable young boy, a little tiger cub, and half a year of wonderful time to play to their heart’s content.

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“Mother, don’t dress Xuan’er in red anymore.”

With a matter on her mind, Su Qingluo, after lunch while Little Prince and Huya were playing in the courtyard, went alone to the main hall to whisper to Li Xiu’e.

“Why not?”

Li Xiu’e looked puzzled, “Xuan’er has fair skin and looks festive and beautiful in red.”

“Xuan’er’s eyebrows and eyes are growing more open, and he’s looking more and more like Noble Lord.”

Su Qingluo’s expression darkened, “That man liked to wear red clothes, enchanting and charming, beguiling the Empress, and had a bad reputation among the people. I don’t want anyone to compare him with Xuan’er.”

“He is him, Xuan’er is Xuan’er.”

Li Xiu’e had a protective look on her face, “How much does a six-year-old child understand? Even if the father and son look alike, you can’t blame him for the child’s mistakes.”

“People’s hearts are unpredictable, and it’s always right to be cautious.”

Su Qingluo was meticulous and thoughtful, thinking deeper and farther ahead: “Noble Lord is causing trouble in Capital City, constantly making enemies. I’m genuinely worried that someone will vent their anger on Xuan’er.”

“Alright, we won’t have him wear red.”

Li Xiu’e sighed deeply, “It’s just clothes, Mother will remember not to dress him in red.”

“Mother is the best, with the kindest heart.”

Su Qingluo’s eyes lit up, hugging Li Xiu’e’s arm and acting spoiled.

“You, you always know how to make your mother happy.”

Listening to her, Li Xiu’e was delighted, her mood buoyant.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, every family in Woniu Village was celebrating festively, with firecrackers going off from morning to night.

In contrast, the Su House in Capital City was completely different.

Li Clan’s uncle and his wife wore gloomy faces, having traveled a long way to see their daughter but unable to enjoy the joy of reunion. Instead, they were angered by their daughter’s ignorance and even brought unexpected misfortune to their niece who was studying in Capital City.

Li Meng had been in Capital City for less than half a year and was dazzled by the city’s hustle and bustle. She often went out on her own when Su Ziqin was at school.

Over time, she became familiar with the neighbors in the alley and became friends with the family living diagonally across from Su’s residence. She frequently visited their home.

This family’s surname was Wu. The head of the family was a fifth-rank official who was also a scholar during his youth.

Because he was old-fashioned and not good at currying favor, he had been in the Hanlin Academy for more than twenty years. As he became old, he was given a leisurely position as a compiler, waiting for retirement.

Old Master Wu and Madam Wu had two sons. Their eldest son loved literature and was wholeheartedly pursuing a scholarly career but had limited abilities. Nearing thirty, he was only an accomplished scholar and couldn’t make any further progress.

The younger son was clever and chose to leave academia and start a business. He followed friends on their ships, returning home only a few times a year.