The next day, Qin Junyao dressed early, waiting for news of Zhao Liangcai’s return with his men.
Holding her daughter, whose eyes were a little red, Qin Junyao felt both heartbroken and powerless.
"You little troublemaker, why are you such a crybaby? Your mother here doesn't cry even once a year. Are you taking after your father?"
Little Langtou looked up at Qin Junyao with her innocent, wide eyes, her lips curling into a big, toothless smile.
"Don't try to fool me with your smile. Tell me, did you take after your father?" Qin Junyao moved her face closer to Langtou, and Langtou’s smile widened.
Her little hands reached out to grab and pull at Qin Junyao's face.
"Alright, not speaking means you admit it. You admit it, right? You admit it," Qin Junyao chuckled, burying her face in Little Langtou's small chest, her nose nudging and swaying against Langtou’s sides.
Little Langtou kicked her legs excitedly, her little hands waving even more vigorously. Suddenly, her right hand grabbed the silver hairpin on Qin Junyao's head, and with a forceful tug, she pulled it out. Then, she aimed it at Qin Junyao's face.
"Madam," Liu Rong, who was sitting nearby embroidering cloud patterns, was startled by the scene. She dropped her embroidery hoop, stood up, and caught the silver hairpin aimed at Qin Junyao.
Little Langtou found her right hand immobilized. Her eyes widened, her lips pressed together, her neck stretched out, and her small hand gripping the silver hairpin forcefully tried to pull it out.
What strength.
This was Liu Rong’s thought. If she hadn't held on tightly, the silver hairpin might have truly been yanked free by the little lady.
Qin Junyao straightened up, first feeling her disheveled hair. Then, she gently soothed Little Langtou and took back the silver hairpin from her hand.
Little Langtou wasn't angry that her mother took away the object in her hand. She continued to laugh happily and tried to grab Qin Junyao's clothes.
"Liu Rong, did you secure this silver hairpin tightly?" Qin Junyao asked Liu Rong, holding the hairpin.
"Yes, madam. It was fixed securely."
Qin Junyao handed the silver hairpin to Liu Rong and stared at her daughter, lost in thought.
This silver hairpin was not a hairpin. While hairpins also served to secure hair, being single, they were easily pulled out of the hair.
The silver hairpin on Qin Junyao's head had two prongs, like a wooden comb. It was more secure than a hairpin. When Liu Rong took her hair down in the evening, she needed to press her hair with one hand and use force with the other to remove the silver hairpin.
Now, her daughter, barely over a month old, had removed the silver hairpin from her head with one hand.
Qin Junyao instantly recalled the dream she had, about the little girl in the pink dress holding a pink hammer.
In an instant, tears welled up in her eyes.
No, her daughter couldn't be a strong girl. Her daughter should be a delicate, soft girl who could play the zither.
"Liu Rong, I'll ask you again. You didn't secure this silver hairpin tightly, did you?"
Seeing her mistress's tearful eyes, Liu Rong, holding the silver hairpin, felt flustered. "Madam, did I?"
Qin Junyao gritted her teeth. "Yes, you didn't secure it tightly. It's not that my daughter is strong."
Liu Rong gripped the silver hairpin in her hand and said nothing. She dared not speak.
With the incident of Little Langtou pulling out the silver hairpin, Qin Junyao’s mind was no longer focused on Zhao Liangcai.
As Liu Rong re-combed her hair, Qin Junyao had already decided. She would often play music for her daughter, explain musical scores, and cultivate her musical talent.
She would also refer to Qin Xiaoyu's curriculum and plan in advance what Little Langtou would learn in the future. Sudan Novel Network.
The little maids chosen for Little Langtou must be gentle and soft. Those who were aggressive and wild were unacceptable.
Little Langtou, sleeping on the kang, had no idea that in the short time it took to comb her hair, her mother had already planned her interests for the next ten years.
Would Little Langtou follow Qin Junyao's arrangements?
Heh heh.