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Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Qin Canglan, then at the Old Marquis who was sitting in his wheelchair.
The Old Marquis felt a bit uneasy under his granddaughter’s gaze.
To make matters worse, his wheelchair was acting up, with one of its wheels trapped in a patch of grass.
Annoyed, he stood up and lifted the wheelchair out of the rut.
Su Xiaoxiao: “……”
Inside the room, Su Cheng was proudly showing off his weapons to his son.
“Look, this is the Cloud-Splitter Blade. It’s way more powerful than a butcher’s knife. One swing, and—whoosh!”
Su Cheng demonstrated with a swift motion.
Su Ergou’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Dad, I wanna try!”
Su Cheng quickly pulled back.
“No, you can’t. You might get hurt.”
He then picked up a long spear, and said “Blades are no match for swords, and swords are no match for spears. Do you know where the real power of a spear lies?”
Su Ergou shook his head like a rattle-drum.
“Dad.”
Su Xiaoxiao walked in and said, “Someone’s trying to kill your son-in-law.”
Su Cheng slammed the spear into the ground, his expression turning fierce.
“Who?!”
Su Xiaoxiao turned to look at Qin Canglan and the Old Marquis, who had followed her inside.
The two big shots glanced at each other, a sudden understanding dawning between them.
They simultaneously pointed at each other and exclaimed, “Him!”
Su Cheng’s face darkened.
“You two want to kill my son-in-law?”
Both immediately denied it,
“No, no! It’s a misunderstanding! We never said we wanted to kill him!”
The two big shots, who aren’t even from the same womb, have never been this in sync, even in battle.
Qin Canglan: How terrifying. In my son’s eyes, I’m not even as good as a son-in-law who was forced to come here.
Old Marquis: Being an uncle is not as good as a son-in-law, sigh.
Su Xiaoxiao was very satisfied.
Indeed, to hit their pressure points, she had to bring her father into it.
Some things were unclear to those involved but obvious to onlookers.
From the perspective of an outsider, Su Xiaoxiao felt that things might not be so simple.
For example, why did Lord Wu’An want to rebel?
If Prince of Nanyang were still alive, it might barely make sense.
However, in the seventh year of Emperor Jingxuan's reign, the Prince of Nanyang's rebel plot was revealed.
Emperor Jingxuan did not disclose Prince of Nanyang's crimes to the public since he was the emperor's own brother and respected the Empress Dowager.
Instead, he secretly executed the Prince of Nanyang's entire family, publicly claiming they died as a result of a plague.
Could it be that Lord Wu'An wished to get revenge for the Prince of Nanyang?
It seemed she would still need to ask the Wei family about what had happened back then.
"Grandpa!"
"Grandpa, grandpa!"
"Grandpa!"
Suddenly, the adorable little voices of three little little ones came from not far away.
Su Cheng, standing at the door, mercilessly shoved the two big shots aside, dropped his spear, hurried over, and scooped up the three little ones.
Xiaohu, squashed in the middle, put out his tongue and exclaimed, "I’m squished! I’m squished flat, ah!"
Su Cheng knelt and caressed the three little ones' heads. "Did you miss Grandpa?"
"Yes!" Dahu said obediently.
"Erhu also!"
Xiaohu patted his little chest with utmost seriousness: "Xiaofu (Xiaohu) missed grandpa the most!"
"Haha!"
Su Cheng was amused by the three little ones.
He looked around and asked, "Where's your father?"
Xiaohu tattled: "Sleeping in. The black uncle brought us."
Outside the ranch, Yuchi Xiu: I'm just wearing black clothes, not the black uncle!
Su Xiaoxiao was also surprised by the arrival of the three little ones.
She assumed that Old Madam Wei would keep them at home overnight.
In fact, Old Madam Wei tried to keep them, but the three little ones didn’t want to.
They were playing just fine earlier, but as soon as it got dark, they started looking for Su Xiaoxiao, and even Wei Ting couldn't keep them calm.
Old Madam Wei had no choice but to have Yuchi Xiu and Fu Su bring them over.
After not seeing them for several days, the three little ones missed Su Cheng a lot too.
They snuggled in his arms, briefly forgetting to look for their mother.
Xiaohu pushed Dahu: "Move over a bit, you're squishing me."