Chapter 63

"Ah …"

Hu Yifei only glanced at her and did not take it to heart. He continued to suck on Yisha's injured fingertip and looked at her with a complicated expression.

Ninth Concubine was furious. Since when did Hu Yifei not care about other people's opinions when he doted on this girl?

She was his mother in name, so she was considered an elder.

Hu Yifei did not care so much. He sucked for a while and then took it out to check. When he saw that it was still bleeding, he continued to suck on it until the needle hole stopped bleeding.

Ninth Concubine looked at Hu Yifei's distressed expression and was not only dumbfounded, but also jealous and angry. She scolded herself for not being as clever as this wretched girl, who knew how to use this method to please Hu Yifei.

She tried to calm herself down and continued to lie on the embroidery rack to thread the needle. After two lines, she deliberately pricked herself and imitated Yisha's coquettish cry.

She just wanted to attract Hu Yifei and tell him that she was really not cut out for embroidery. She also hoped that Seventh Brother would let her go and let her go back to school.

She had not been back to school for two days and had fallen behind in her classes. She was really anxious. However, she had not been idle this morning. She had just taught herself ancient poetry, modern poetry, and mathematics.

Hu Yifei heard Yisha's scream and rushed over impatiently. "What's wrong?"

He gently sucked on her bleeding fingertip and looked up at Yisha. He could not help but ask himself if this little girl was really not cut out for needlework.

Yisha's eyes widened and her face turned red. She thought to herself that she was already an adult. Was it too much for her to do such an abnormal thing because of Seventh Brother's needle hole?

Moreover, Ninth Concubine was sitting next to her.

The embroidery rack, embroidery cloth, and needle and thread were placed next to them. Neither of them was in the mood to do it. They both did their own things.

Every time Nanny Zhang passed by them, she would sigh. She was worried that Young Master would be furious when he saw them like this when he returned home.

At noon, Hu Yifei came back from the army.

"Seventh Brother, I, I pricked my finger." Yisha said with grievance and put her bleeding finger in front of his eyes.

Without another word, Hu Yifei placed her finger in his mouth and sucked on it. He looked extremely nervous.

Yisha had indeed stabbed her hand.

However, she did it on purpose.

Yisha agreed, "Deal!"

For the entire morning, Ninth Concubine was in the garden drinking tea and listening to opera. She indeed did not plan to teach Yisha. Yisha, on the other hand, was sitting in the garden, reading and doing her homework.

When Ninth Concubine heard this, she hurriedly turned off the voice-recorder and sat next to Yisha beside the embroidery rack. She pretended to be serious and taught Yisha how to embroider.

Hu Yifei got out of the car and saw the two of them embroidering seriously. He was quite satisfied. He didn't want to disturb them, but he heard Yisha suddenly shout.

"Oh, my hand —" He had left the papers at home, so he came back at noon to get them and see how Iza was doing.

Upon hearing the familiar sound of a car, Yisha quickly put down the book in her hand and said to the Ninth Concubine, "Concubine, hurry up. Seventh Brother is back. Let's hurry up and put on a show.

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Yisha narrowed her eyes and looked sly. "Concubine, do we really only need to put on a show?"

In fact, this was good. Anyway, she disliked Ninth Concubine in her heart. She hated her too much to learn needlework from her.

"Yes, just put on a show," Ninth Concubine replied coldly.

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