Little Wei's request was straightforward and pure, causing Mu Miao, who was drying herbs nearby, to freeze in surprise.
Before she could even react, Little Wei hooked an arm around her fair neck and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
"I need to dry these herbs. I can't do anything else right now," Mu Miao murmured, lowering her gaze, unsure what her little disciple was up to.
Geez!
Here we go again.
"No, I just wanted a kiss," Little Wei said, releasing her.
Besides, she had other matters to attend to.
She planned to visit the female lead—after all, the mission progress had stalled, likely because the female lead still clung to feelings for the male lead.
Honestly, Su Qingyun was already quite fortunate. Many romance novel heroines didn’t have her privileged background—no unloving fathers, no stepmothers, no sisters or best friends scheming to steal their boyfriends.
"Master, I’m heading out for a bit," Little Wei said, wrapping up the herbs and tying them before placing them on the medicine shelf. A customer would come to collect them later.
"Alright, come back soon."
Two years had passed, and Little Wei had blossomed into an even more graceful young woman—so much so that even the Prime Minister didn’t recognize her at first.
"So it’s you, Miss Little Wei. Please, come in."
"I thought the Prime Minister might have forgotten me—or perhaps resented me," Little Wei said with a light smile, her lips curving as she addressed the high-ranking official.
"Are you here to see Su Qingyun? Does she still owe you something?" the Prime Minister asked kindly.
He knew Mu Miao and her disciple had saved his daughter. That his daughter had failed to repay their kindness was shameful enough, and it was only natural for them to reclaim what was owed—especially since he later learned that Little Wei had brought Su Qingyun to the execution grounds that day.
Her goal had been to save his entire family.
"No, I just wanted to know how she’s doing now. After all, she’s something of a pitiable figure," Little Wei replied, though the warmth in her eyes didn’t reach their depths.
Judging by the Prime Minister’s tone, it seemed he, too, had grown disillusioned with his daughter.
Now with a son and his wife newly pregnant, he was basking in prosperity. A wayward daughter like Su Qingyun was hardly worth his concern.
"Truth be told, a fortune-teller once told me I was destined to have two daughters and a son. Back then, fearing Su Qingyun might feel slighted, my wife and I refrained from intimacy. But now, we’ve grown disheartened. Since she’s returned, I won’t mistreat her—I’ve assigned two maids to attend to her. If you’d like to see her, I can have someone escort you."
"Thank you, Prime Minister. But don’t trouble yourself over certain matters. Some people are inherently cold and selfish. With the children you’ll have, you’re destined for happiness." Little Wei genuinely admired the man.
What a shame Su Qingyun had been so ungrateful, turning her once-loving father and doting mother against her.
She deserved it.
A maid led Little Wei to Su Qingyun’s courtyard—a remote place that left her legs aching from the walk. Still, the presence of a kitchen and a cook suggested the Prime Minister at least ensured she wouldn’t starve, even if he couldn’t stand the sight of her.
Su Qingyun was kneeling beneath a tree, weeping. Little Wei couldn’t fathom why she insisted on debasing herself like this.
Even in a feudal society, the palace maids she’d met carried themselves with more dignity than this so-called heroine.
When Su Qingyun noticed Little Wei, she turned, her face twisting with fury.
"You! It’s all your fault! You ruined everything! Why couldn’t you just leave your master’s eyes for me?"
At the sight of Little Wei, all her grievances and resentment surged forth.
Surely, it was because of this woman that her beloved Mo Yujun no longer cared for her.
"I came to laugh at you, not listen to your whining," Little Wei said bluntly, startling even the maids nearby. This girl truly had no filter.
"You—!" Su Qingyun choked on her rage.
"Why should my master indulge you? Is she your mother or father? You heartless, ungrateful wretch! Even a dog raised in this household would understand gratitude and filial piety better than you!"
"At your core, you’re just a selfish, self-centered creature who only cares about what benefits you. My master helped you out of pity—she’s kind to a fault. But you? A simple ‘thank you’ was all you could muster. Even the Emperor understands the concept of reciprocity!"
Little Wei had no shortage of grievances against this heroine.
"Did I ask her to help me? She offered it herself!" Su Qingyun retorted.
Little Wei finally snapped and slapped her. The maids watched, lips twitching, but they stayed silent.
Well, the Prime Minister hadn’t ordered them to treat Miss Su like royalty.
Honestly, they agreed with Little Wei – even they knew to respect their parents. What kind of ungrateful wretch was this?
Su Qingyun clutched her stinging cheek, hysterical.
"You hit me! You hit me!" she wailed.
"And you all just stand there? Worthless maids! Have you all climbed into my father’s bed? I’m the Prime Minister’s eldest daughter! How dare you not protect me!"
The maids’ expressions darkened, but one finally spoke, her voice icy.
"Miss Su, you’re mistaken. The Prime Minister currently has only one son. Oh, and the Lady is expecting—if it’s a daughter, she’ll be the household’s eldest young miss. As for you? You’re merely a distant relative who came to the capital seeking shelter. Have you forgotten?"
With that, the maids pinned Su Qingyun to the stone table, forcing a cup of tea into her hands. Their eyes were cold.
"Miss Su, calm yourself. It wouldn’t do for your tantrum to disturb the Prime Minister."
Even maids had their limits.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Su Qingyun thrashed wildly.
She’d drag this wretched girl down with her! Little Wei was clearly here to sabotage her—she must be jealous!
"Everything that’s happened to you is your own doing," Little Wei said flatly before turning to leave.
She’d originally planned to persuade Su Qingyun to give up on Mo Yujun, but now? It wasn’t worth the effort.
As Little Wei walked away, Su Qingyun’s tears fell in torrents.
No, it wasn’t like that.
It wasn’t like that at all!
They all loved her—she had a doting father, a loving mother, even a domineering yet tender husband who spoiled her daily. Everything had been perfect.
How had it all gone wrong?
What Little Wei hadn’t expected was that the mission’s 5% progress would remain stagnant from spring until winter.
That night, snow fell relentlessly over the capital. Curled in her master’s arms, Little Wei felt utterly content.
"Are you cold?" Mu Miao’s voice was intoxicatingly gentle.
She took Little Wei’s hands, warming them between her own.
The room had a brazier, but the bed was cozier. Little Wei, clad only in a chemise, snuggled closer, sighing in bliss.
"You smell so nice," she murmured, nuzzling into Mu Miao.
"Mmm, I think so too," Mu Miao replied.
When Little Wei looked up, she found her master gazing at her with tender affection.
Her cheeks warmed.
Her wife was truly too sweet.
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