Meng Qianqian curved her lips into a small smile and gently pulled his hand: "Let's go find Ji Li and Si Snake."
Lu Yuan's ears flushed all the way down to his neck, luckily hidden by the collar.
He maintained his composure and said, "I am not going."
"Come on, I'll get you some candied hawthorns."
Meng Qianqian coaxed in a soft voice.
Lu Yuan's face darkened: "Meng Xiaojiu!"
Meng Qianqian: "My bad."
In the end, Lu Yuan was still dragged onto the carriage by Meng Qianqian.
Meng Qianqian figured it out—three generations of this family all had one weakness: they could only be swayed with softness, not force.
When they arrived at Fengshui Hutong, Ji Li and Si Snake were not there.
"Out again? Quite busy, huh."
Meng Qianqian touched the dust on the table, guessing they had left on the day of the Emperor and Empress's wedding.