Siming looked at Feng Jiu before him, his expression so dark it seemed ink could drip from it. Seeing Feng Jiu still spinning around in high spirits, Siming simply couldn't understand it—she had made such a complete mess of herself, yet what on earth was she so happy about?
Siming really wanted to give this audacious Little Highness a sound thrashing to rein in her wild temperament. But having known her for so many years, he knew that this Little Highness never learned from her beatings. Siming sighed helplessly, knowing full well that Feng Jiu was incapable of becoming docile. Yet it was precisely this confident and flamboyant spirit of hers that he loved. He loved Feng Jiu just as she was, but at the same time, he often wished her daring wasn't quite so reckless! For she always had a way of leaving herself battered and bruised all over. Although he could step in afterward as a friend to vent her frustrations for her, if he had his choice, he would wish she had never been hurt at all. The Little Highness of Qingqiu ought to grow up amid boundless pampering and adoration, living out her days smoothly and happily...
Now that the outcome was right before his eyes, Siming had to find out what had happened so he could help Feng Jiu let off steam and turn her back. Otherwise, if she returned to Qingqiu looking like this and God Bai Yi caught sight of her, she would undoubtedly be bedridden for half a month. *Ah,* Siming thought, *what on earth am I to do with you?*
Chapter 23