My Scheming Little Devil

A noblewoman draped in the most precious silver fox stole walked in and saw Yun Qingqing abusing the puppy.

She immediately knit her elegant, arc-shaped brows, looking at her reproachfully.

"Mom." Yun Qingqing pouted unhappily, disdainfully watching the pitiful little pet struggling under her hands, and sneered, "It’s just a mangy dog that woman picked up from the outside, I hate looking at it. I want to pluck all its fur off."

The noblewoman, Yun Qingqing’s mother, Mrs. Yun, heard her words, and a complex expression flashed across her deeply made-up eyes. She glanced at the dog with disdain and said indifferently.

"Let it go. Also, haven’t I told you to call her Aunt Yuan? It’s too disrespectful to call her ’that woman’."

"Mom..." Yun Qingqing whined.

"Listen and be good."

Yun Qingqing pouted and released the whining puppy, which dashed out of the room as if running for its life.

"Mom, you’re too indulgent, too kind, do we really need to be so mindful of her feelings?"

Mrs. Yun looked at her wilful daughter, helplessly and lovingly patting her head—such a silly girl, wears her emotions on her sleeve, can’t keep calm, still too young to understand concealment.

She also disliked that dog, but she wouldn’t abuse it, leaving room for gossip. If she really wanted it dead, there were plenty of silent and unnoticed ways, no need to damage her own reputation, letting nobility and grandeur degrade to pettiness.

On the contrary, she needed to care for it attentively in front of everyone because, after all, it was just a dog, not impeding her in any way.

But those who truly obstructed her should be removed quietly; a glint of darkness flashed in her eyes.

"Why is my darling upset? Weren’t you so happy to go abroad before?"

"Hmph, don’t mention it. Mom, you picked out the most fashionable and luxurious dress for me, and with my status, I thought for sure I would be dancing with the Councilman’s son that day. But I was cut off by some girl with an unknown background, it infuriates me to death. What was she anyway, just a woman from Yalan Country."

Yun Qingqing recalled it, her eyes burning with anger.

"But, hmph, serves her right to get caught! She actually dared to conspire with assassins to murder the Councilman’s wife. Let’s see how she dies."

As she spoke, Yun Qingqing wore an expression of malicious glee.

However, Mrs. Yun’s eyes shifted subtly; she elegantly supported her chin and said, "Recently, I’ve indeed heard some rumors, saying a female spy involved in the assassination was captured. Could it be the same girl who stole your dance opportunity? However, it seems she wasn’t handed to the secret intelligence agency but was instead taken away by the Councilman’s son for interrogation."

"What?" Yun Qingqing’s eyes widened in anger, filled with indignation, "That wretched girl is such a slut, she must have seduced Young Master Ling Kong, intending to use her charms to escape during the interrogation. Hmph, this shameless girl is so cunning, always playing tricks, winning people’s affection. Even that woman was bewitched by her, introducing her to the Councilman’s wife."

"What did you just say?" Mrs. Yun’s voice suddenly turned sharp; her once gentle and dignified face became icy cold.

"Mom, what’s wrong with you?" Yun Qingqing was also frightened by her sudden fierce demeanor.

Mrs. Yun collected herself, returning to her usual expression, but her eyes remained sharp and serious: "Tell me everything that happened at the banquet in detail."

Yun Qingqing quickly recounted everything she knew, including how Madam Aisha treated Jun Yiyi well and even introduced her to the Councilman’s wife, later snatching away her dance opportunity, and the subsequent assassination incident.

Mrs. Yun listened quietly, her regal face displaying a profound and inscrutable look. After a while, she lovingly patted Yun Qingqing’s head.