Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot-Chapter 411 - 375 Too Capable

Bao Shu woke up and the first thing she did was look for Meng Qianqian.

Liu Qingyun asked Tan’er to take her to the mansion and look around in a pretend search. After wandering about for a while, the big one and the little one were completely exhausted.

"Can’t walk anymore."

Tan’er, panting heavily, led the little one back to the theater, "Too tired!"

Bao Shu, barely over one year old, had just gotten steady on her feet before winter descended. Wrapped up like a rice dumpling, every step she took led to a tumble.

Each time she fell, she couldn’t get up on her own and had to lie in the snow waiting for someone to pick her up.

Tan’er picked her up all the way, and her back was about to give out!

"I wanna go home! I wanna find sister!"

Liu Qingyun: "Not allowed."

Tan’er, hands on her hips: "Going back!"

Bai Yuwei glared at her, "Hey, you’re just a maid. Who gave you the audacity to talk to my aunt like that?"

Tan’er was fearless, "So what if I said it? Come at me then!"

Bai Yuwei couldn’t do much — she couldn’t win a fight, nor could she win an argument.

Obviously just a maid, yet her status seemed higher than the master’s. Even Lu Yuan spoke to her with care, treating her like a child to coax rather than command.

Bai Yuwei tugged at Liu Qingyun’s arm, "Aunt, put her in her place!"

Calling for her aunt to discipline her!

Liu Qingyun did indeed speak, "Tan’er, is the braised pork from the Princess Mansion not tasty enough for you to be in such a rush to leave?"

Bai Yuwei: "..."

"Want mama, want mama!"

Treasure Piggy threw a fit.

Liu Qingyun scooped the little child into her arms, "Today we’re not going to find your mama. How about letting your mama and papa make you a little piggy sibling?"

Bao Shu put on a serious face, "No."

Liu Qingyun’s eyebrow arched as she casually tossed out a gold ingot, "Oh, did someone lose their gold ingot over there?"

Bao Shu immediately climbed down from her lap and scrambled outside. She grabbed the gold ingot and stuffed it into her pocket.

"Huh? There’s more over there."

Liu Qingyun scattered some small gold beans.

Bao Shu began seriously digging in the snow for the gold beans.

Bai Yuwei crossed her arms, "Kids are so easy to coax."

It was Tan’er’s signature posture. After spending so much time together, Bai Yuwei subconsciously adopted some of Tan’er’s habits without even realizing it.

Tan’er widened her eyes, "But that’s *gold*, you know!"

Liu Qingyun handed Tan’er a pouch of money.

Tan’er crossed her arms, "I don’t want gold."

Liu Qingyun: "There’s a shop deed inside—I bought you a candied hawthorn shop."

Tan’er’s expression immediately shifted. Her hands cupped her cheeks, and her eyes sparkled, "Madam, you’re so generous, thoughtful, and kind! I *love* you!"

Liu Qingyun: "Go check out the shop, and come back here to keep me company."

"Understood!"

Tan’er accepted the pouch and sprinted away.

Liu Qingyun said nonchalantly, "Take Xiao Bai with you."

Whoosh!

Tan’er came back in an instant and slung Bai Yuwei over her shoulder.

Bai Yuwei was startled, "Hey! What are you doing? I’m not going with you to your shop!"

Tan’er, dead serious: "Refusal—ineffective!"

"Ahhhhh—"

Bai Yuwei vanished, leaving behind a trail of screams.

Liu Qingyun, as the princess of Miaojiang, was the honored guest of the Princess Mansion today.

The theater troupe master, adept at reading the room, approached Liu Qingyun with a song list as a tune was about to end. Smiling, he asked, "Madam Lu, please choose a song."

Liu Qingyun, eager to build connections for her son, had been mingling with the ladies of the Capital City lately and had listened to countless operas.

Without glancing at the song list, she directly requested, "Perform *Five Sons Ascending*."

The Minister of Rites’ wife giggled, "Is Madam Lu hoping to bless Princess Wanping and the Prince Consort with an auspicious son soon, climbing the ranks?"

Liu Qingyun sipped her tea, "I’m blessing my future daughter-in-law and son."

Minister of Rites’ wife: "..."

Troupe master: "..."

Liu Qingyun lounged leisurely, "Throw in a performance of *Five Daughters Paying Respect*, but keep it joyous—I don’t want twists and turns."

Saying this, she produced a stack of silver notes.

The troupe master’s eyes lit up and he quickly responded, "Got it, got it, we’ll adjust right away!"

Soon, the new tune resounded across the stage.

The Miao King swaggered over, "Daughter! When are we heading back to the mansion?"

Liu Qingyun, "Not going back."

"Alright then!"

The Miao King turned around with equal swagger and left, "Keep drinking!"

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Governor Mansion.

The physician Yu Zichuan summoned was dismissed by Nanny Wan.

The few maids called to the courtyard to sweep the snow were redirected to another yard for the same task.

Nanny Li returned from the finance office, "I just saw Doctor Zhang earlier—who’s ill?"

Nanny Wan: "Me, I’ve got my old cold-legged problem acting up!"

Nanny Li: "You better get back inside and rest!"

Nanny Wan blocked the entrance, "No, no, no, today’s a rare celebration. How about we sisters have a drink together?"

Nanny Li said, "Drinking in the middle of the day? I’ve still got work to finish."

Nanny Wan took her arm, "One day won’t hurt. That old lady Hu and Madam Du are here too. Remember the venison the young miss gave us last time? We made it into roasted venison to go with some spirits—doesn’t that sound fun?"

Nanny Li, half-dragged and half-carried, got swept along.

Dragon and Phoenix incense candles burned to ashes, the stepping bed swayed until dawn.

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Meng Qianqian woke up to find it was already the night of the following day.

The room had no lamps lit, and the canopy was pitch black.

She could hear the wind howling outside but did not feel cold.

Her mind was fuzzy, unable to recall what had happened. She instinctively moved, only to feel soreness all over her body.

That pain unlocked a floodgate of memories buried deep in her mind.

In an instant, countless heart-racing and blush-inducing scenes flashed through her consciousness like a whirlwind.

It wasn’t over.

Still not over.

Not done yet?

This... was it really her who did all those things?

"Grand Commander, Little Nine, attempting to overstep their bounds."

"Tomorrow, Little Nine will personally offer an apology with thorns to the Grand Commander."

"Grand Commander, you smell amazing."

"... Little Nine just wants to do this kind of thing to the Grand Commander."

Meng Qianqian’s face flushed red in an instant!

This isn’t real!

Those shameful words couldn’t possibly have come out of her mouth!

She lifted the quilt and glanced down.

Her nightclothes were intact.

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She pulled back the curtain and got out of bed, stepping onto a piece of clothing with her first step.

She picked it up to inspect.

It was Lu Yuan’s nightclothes.

That wasn’t the problem—the problem was... it was torn.

As the apprentice of Cloud Matron, she could tell it was ripped apart by brute force.

"Awake?"

A lazy yet unruly voice slowly sounded from within the canopy.

Meng Qianqian jumped, hastily stuffing the torn nightclothes behind her.

Lu Yuan pulled back the curtains, casually sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only trousers, his muscular arms and chest exposed.

Meng Qianqian quickly covered her eyes.

Lu Yuan stood up, taking deliberate steps toward her with an air of predation, "Meng Xiaojiu, isn’t it too late to cover your eyes now?"

Meng Qianqian whispered, "I didn’t do anything to you."

Lu Yuan, as expected, anticipated her denial, "Do you want to take another look at the clothes in your hands before you say that?"

Meng Qianqian said seriously, "I accidentally tore it just now."

"Really?" Lu Yuan smirked, his gaze sweeping across the chaotic floor, "This one too? This one? This one... all of them?"

Meng Qianqian peeked through her fingers and took a glance at the floor, nearly losing her balance.

Why... why were there so many torn-up pieces of Lu Yuan’s nightclothes scattered around?

Lu Yuan smiled dangerously, "Each time I wore one, you tore one apart. Do you want me to count how many times for you?"