My Beautiful Master is Delicate and Charming (26)

This world just...

Hmm, it's hard to describe the feeling—just numbness, really.

Little Wei genuinely believed her master, Mu Miao, had no idea how to take care of a disciple. What kind of caretaking was this, leaving her unable to even walk properly out of bed?

She, Little Wei, was exhausted.

Meanwhile, Mu Miao was thriving, full of energy.

Honestly, no one would believe it. Could it really be because she was just that weak?

Little Wei found it hard to accept.

Mu Miao had just finished cooking some congee. Her eyes had recovered well, so she no longer had to worry about smoke irritating them while cooking. When she returned to the bedroom, she saw Little Wei counting the beads on the bed canopy.

"What are you doing?" Mu Miao asked, puzzled.

"Attempting suicide," Little Wei replied, truly questioning her life choices.

Her earlier idea of exercising at night had also fallen through. After living in ancient times for so long, she had grown accustomed to sleeping as soon as the sun set. She had no idea when she’d ever break this old habit.

What Little Wei didn’t know was that in the next world, she wouldn’t sleep a single night.

"Alright, I stir-fried two side dishes. I’ll bring the wooden tray over, and you can eat on the bed, okay?"

Little Wei recognized this tactic—the classic playbook of a heartbreaker trying to smooth things over.

Hmph. She knew this woman couldn’t live without her.

"Fine, but..." Little Wei had demands.

Mu Miao turned back, her gaze gentle, though her previous actions had been anything but.

"I want three steamed buns," Little Wei blurted out, making an unreasonable request for the first time.

"You’re eating that much? Are you trying to go from 'Tea Wei' to 'Wei the Ball'?" Given Little Wei’s usual appetite, she could barely finish half a bun—one at most.

Si nearly dropped her jaw in shock.

"How did you know my wife is beautiful?" Little Wei asked.

Si: ?

Any remaining words Si had were completely suffocated in her throat.

"Pretend I never spoke," Si muttered. This girl was getting cheekier by the day. If she knew the truth about her identity, she wondered just how dramatic Little Wei’s reaction would be.

"It’s fine. In the next world, I’ll give you three lollipops," Little Wei declared generously.

And true to her word, Mu Miao actually brought her three buns.

"You’d better finish them all," Mu Miao said, smoothing the wrinkles on her long skirt as she smiled gently at Little Wei.

Little Wei suddenly regretted asking for three buns. Girls were supposed to have tiny appetites—there was no way she could eat that much now.

While Little Wei was strategizing how to battle three buns, Su Qingyun was experiencing cold treatment for the first time.

In the past, when they weren’t living together, Su Qingyun wouldn’t have noticed anything different about this return.

But Consort De had arrived.

Even Mo Yujun had to defer to his mother in everything.

"That one? She doesn’t deserve to sit at the same table as me," Consort De said coldly, glancing at Su Qingyun, who sat off to the side.

"Why?" Su Qingyun had never been treated like this before.

If this humiliation had come from Mo Yujun, she would have accepted it willingly.

"Alright, Qingyun, it’s fine. Go back to your room and have the maids serve you there," Mo Yujun said, pulling her back as she teetered on the edge of losing control. Deep down, though, he was starting to feel displeased.

If only Qingyun hadn’t wronged his mother. If she had just refused to reclaim her eyes, his mother would still treat her well. It wasn’t like he, Mo Yujun, wouldn’t take care of her.

They were just a pair of eyes, after all.

Hearing Mo Yujun’s words, Su Qingyun’s heart turned cold. She said nothing as a maid quickly stepped forward to support her arm.

"Your Highness, let this servant escort you to dine."

As Su Qingyun left, Mo Yujun turned back to see Consort De sighing deeply.

"My son, how will your mother survive from now on?" Consort De’s voice trembled with sorrow as she clutched Mo Yujun’s hand.

"Don’t worry, Mother. I’ll take care of you from now on," Mo Yujun reassured her, pushing aside his thoughts about Su Qingyun to focus on his mother.

Back in her room, Su Qingyun couldn’t understand why Mo Yujun was treating her so coldly.

Hadn’t he sworn to love her? Hadn’t he apologized and promised to treat her well?

Were all those words just lies?

"Your Highness, don’t be upset. After all, she’s the prince’s mother—we must yield to her," Yumei, her maid from home, coaxed her for a long time before Su Qingyun finally allowed her to serve the meal.

"I know, I know. Filial piety comes first. But... I’ve already neglected my own family for him. I’ve done everything his way. Why?"

The more Su Qingyun thought about it, the more it hurt.

Si relayed the female lead’s words to Little Wei.

Having eaten way too much, Little Wei was rubbing her stomach to digest when she heard this and nearly died laughing.

"Well, mission accomplished on digestion," Little Wei wheezed, clutching her stomach.

"What’s so funny about this?" Si didn’t get it.

"The female lead is such a devoted daughter-in-law. I thought she was clueless, but it seems she knows—she’s just avoiding the truth, refusing to admit it."

Little Wei’s eyes turned cold. Though she had never had family herself, she held familial bonds in high regard. The prime minister had been more than good to his daughter.

If Su Qingyun had just gone back to him, Little Wei was sure he would never let his daughter suffer again.

Even the emperor would have granted her a title and rewards, ensuring a worry-free life.

But the female lead only cared about herself and the male lead.

Though given the current situation, a breakup between them was... emmm...

"Task progress at 42%," Si reported.

"Do you think, with my methods, the leads will actually break up?"

Little Wei didn’t fully understand mother-in-law conflicts, but she’d seen enough coworkers’ wives fight with their mothers-in-law—almost always ending in divorce.

This was ancient times. Mothers-in-law were even harsher.

And Mo Yujun was an incredibly selfish man. He’d only ever see Su Qingyun as the one who wronged his mother. If this kept up, a split was...

Highly possible.

"Pretty much. The odds are good. But if Su Qingyun gets pregnant, things might change," Si mused, tapping her chin.

Even if the prime minister wouldn’t go all out for his daughter, if she bore Mo Yujun’s child, he’d probably lend some support.

"Ugh, this is annoying," Little Wei groaned, stretching and yawning.

At this point, the original host’s wish was already fulfilled—after all, her master’s eyes were...

"Wait!"

Little Wei suddenly realized something she’d overlooked.

"If I end up romancing my master, what happens to the original Little Wei and Mo Qing? Wouldn’t that mean getting cuckolded?"

Then she heard a snap—a sound like something being plucked from her mind.

When she came to, she blinked in confusion, scratching her head.

"Si, what just happened? I feel like I forgot something."

"Don’t worry. Even if you forgot, that thing won’t happen."

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