Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 194: Do You Know Where You Were Wrong?

The Little Moustache Shopkeeper couldn’t help but widen his eyes. The State Preceptor rarely took people to the Star-picking Pavilion, yet these children seemed indifferent. He tempted them, "The State Preceptor rarely takes people to the Star-picking Pavilion. You little ones can go up and take a look; the items there are all rare treasures."

Rare treasures, the moment those four words were spoken, seemed to carry a magical power.

Ye Zhi held Qinglian’s small arm tightly, resisting the temptation: "Qinglian, do you want to go? If you go, I’ll go; if you don’t go, I won’t go either."

Simply relinquishing the decision.

Today, the Little Princess wore a jade-colored, silver-patterned Furong Flower Skirt, with a mutton fat jade begonia hairpin in her hair, and a red gold inlaid jewelry necklace around her neck, looking as beautiful as a freshly bloomed lotus flower.

It was Ah Zhi’s birthday, after all, so she dressed appropriately.

She elegantly spoke, "No, I don’t want to go anywhere related to the State Preceptor, can’t reach that high, in case I say something wrong and cause offense."

Her tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

"Last time was my fault." In front of so many people, Pei Wanmu calmly admitted his mistake.

The Shopkeeper reacted the most, with an incredulous expression.

The Little Princess relentlessly pursued, "Where exactly were you wrong?"

The Shopkeeper, upon hearing this, was astonished, jaw dropped.

This...

Pei Wanmu had another identity; the Shuyu Pavilion was opened by her mother, and he was indeed the young master of Shuyu Pavilion.

He used to come frequently when he was young, and the Shopkeeper could be said to have watched him grow up. A handsome young man, though noble in status, was rational, gentle towards others, but over the years, he had never seen him humble himself, let alone coax a young girl like this publicly! Tsk tsk!

Yet the Little Princess opposite acted as if it was only right, with an expectant look: Quickly, tell me, where were you wrong?

The lantern’s bright light shone on his handsome face, making his refined beard and phoenix eyes even more striking: "I was wrong to have been harsh to you, and wrong not to let you come to the Qi Yun Courtyard."

A soft voice arose: "What else?"

Pei Wanmu pondered, "Was I wrong to let you lose face in front of outsiders?"

It sounded right, but felt a bit off!

Qinglian chuckled, her clear eyes curved like crescent moons.

She lightly lifted the Furong Flower Skirt, leading the other two companions towards the stairs, "Alright, I forgive you, Ah Zhi, Huanhuan, let’s go look at the Star-picking Pavilion."

The Little Traitor and Changzhou stood calmly by, stepping up to follow.

They passed the third floor without even glancing, heading directly towards the fourth!

The Shopkeeper quietly watched his composed master, wondering, is someone finally able to handle him?

Knowing that even the master and mistress couldn’t do anything about his stubborn personality, and no one could stop him from doing what he wanted, like becoming the disciple of the Old State Preceptor which was met with strong opposition from the master and mistress themselves but to no avail.

The three bold characters "Star-picking Pavilion" were displayed on a wooden plaque, below which was a tightly closed door.

The three girls arrived first, not opening it recklessly but ran to the nearby railing to look down at the street.

In the night, lanterns were lit on the street, various vendors and tradesmen peddling their wares, while in the distance, lights twinkled.

The cold wind blew, keeping them awake.

Leaning against the railing, watching the ground’s passersby, created an indescribable feeling of comfort.

The three walked quickly, taking the chance before the State Preceptor arrived. Ye Zhi quietly asked the Little Fairy, inquiring secretly, "Qinglian, did you really forgive the State Preceptor?"

The two reconciled, so they couldn’t speak ill of the State Preceptor.

During an argument, one must follow along with a sister’s words, hurling insults at the person.

After reconciliation, one must speak oppositely~

A discourse on the friendship between sisters.