Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 385 - 384: No Fighting Allowed

Lu He, under the red fabric, wore a gentle expression on her little face. How could she blame Ah Zhi? It’s only natural for a young girl to like excitement. She consoled, "What’s the big deal? Once he feels better, I’ll bring him over to spar with you."

"He’s a grown man. Losing to a delicate girl like you is quite embarrassing, so try not to beat him too badly when the time comes."

Her words made everyone in the room laugh.

The Ye Family still scolded their youngest daughter a little: "Don’t get cocky. There’s always someone better. When you go out, don’t provoke others or get into fights. Understand?"

The youngest daughter once showed off her skills in front of her and her husband.

Her toes lightly tapped, and she glided forward effortlessly.

She instantly flew up onto a tree~

The young girl stood steadily on the treetop several meters high, with a beaming smile, her eyes seemingly filled with sparkling stars.

At that moment, as a mother, the Ye Family felt proud of her youngest daughter’s achievement, yet worried that the young girl’s competitive spirit might lead to fights.

Half proud, half worried.

In daily interactions, she instinctively added words of caution for her daughter’s safety.

Ye Zhi obediently promised her mother not to provoke or pick fights, only then did her mother’s expression improve.

The Ye Family looked around and said, "By the way, where’s Ah Jun?"

Where’s the groom?

Lu He said softly, "He came inside the room not long ago and was called away by Brother Ye Lin’s servant shortly after."

The Ye Family’s face showed subtle signs of anger.

As soon as she left, her son sent someone to call him away, evidently to avoid her notice. Surely, they called him to drink.

She specifically reminded them that Zhao Jun’s health wasn’t suitable for drinking and not to trouble the newlyweds.

And yet...

She reached out her graceful hand, rubbing her throbbing temple, a trace of worry on her elegant face.

Thoughtful Little Princess Ye Zhi seemed to figure out what’s happening. Her bright snow-like eyes sparkled, and sensing some fun, she immediately stepped up and patted her chest, saying, "Mother, stay here with Sister Lu He, I’ll go bring Brother Zhao back."

As soon as the words fell, her figure had already flashed outside. With a light tap of her foot, she leapt into the air, heading towards the main hall.

She had to ensure Sister Lu He kept a sober and healthy groom.

A sense of mission surged within her~

A small girl in a red flower-patterned, Shu-style pink dress flashed through the air.

Inside, Huanhuan wasn’t to be outdone, shouting, "Wait for me, I’m coming too!"

Her figure also flashed outside, using her qinggong to chase after Ah Zhi.

Those in the room felt a gentle breeze as the two young figures disappeared.

The Ye Family and Yun Xiu watched Qinglian silently.

Qinglian, feeling a bit embarrassed, smiled sheepishly, "I can’t keep up with them, so I’ll stay here with you, waiting for them to bring Brother Zhao back."

Embarrassed!

Ah Zhi and Huanhuan both knew qinggong, but she didn’t...

The two must have already reached the main hall; if she tried to follow, she’d probably meet them halfway back.

Better to wait here.

The Little Princess suggested, and the Ye Family agreed: "Hmm, then we’ll wait here."

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Ye Zhi arrived at the main hall as fast as she could. Upon reaching, she saw from above that her brother was relentlessly letting Brother Zhao drink, displeasure on her face, she jumped from the air to the ground in front of the hall, standing firmly.

She landed in a corner, with only a few people noticing her arrival, completely unaware of Brother Ye Lin, who was still shouting out. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Zhao Jun, drink! It’s your big day, drown your sorrows with wine."

He slung an arm around Zhao Jun’s shoulder, playing the part of a brotherly friend.

Ye Zhi hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Brother, mother said Brother Zhao’s just recovered and can’t drink. Don’t make him drink."

Ye Lin felt a bit guilty, his eyes wandering, not daring to meet his sister’s gaze, and simply shifted the blame to the groom: "I didn’t tell him to drink, he did it himself. Ask him if you don’t believe me?"