In Love With My Fierce Farming Wife!
Chapter 1063 - 1059: Finding Out the Truth

Chapter 1063: Chapter 1059: Finding Out the Truth

"Yan Yan!"

Qin Yi sternly rebuked.

"I..."

Only then did Little Yanyan reluctantly step forward, coming in front of Su Pan’er, "Empress Mother, it was Yan Yan’s fault."

"Where did you go wrong?"

Seeing that Su Pan’er was silent, Qin Yi hastily smoothed things over.

"I shouldn’t have been thinking about Luo Luo, and I should have gone to school. It was my fault..." As she spoke, Little Yanyan began to cry again, softly whimpering.

With that cry, how could Su Pan’er keep up her stern facade?

"Good girl! Yan Yan, don’t cry, my Yan Yan doesn’t cry... Empress mother also made a mistake, I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you. It’s mother’s fault..."

"No, no, it was Yan Yan’s fault, Yan Yan shouldn’t have raised her voice at Empress Mother... Empress Mother..."

Feeling very wronged, Little Yanyan flung herself into Su Pan’er’s arms and burst into loud sobs.

"Alright, enough! Look at you two, mother and daughter," Qin Yi chuckled, "Earlier you were both so angry, refusing to talk to each other. Now here you are, both crying in each other’s arms. It’s just over a bird, for crying out loud!"

His words had barely settled when he was met with the combined resentment of both mother and daughter.

Provoked, Qin Yi shook his head in secret, truly as the ancients said, women and villains are indeed difficult to raise!

A woman and a villainous child, both too much!

With their misunderstanding resolved, mother and daughter, hand in hand, were on good terms once more. As the servants brought Little Sugar Bean over, the Imperial Kitchen also delivered the meals.

"I feel like I could eat this much, this much, this much of a Bull!"

Little Yan Yan gestured in the air and happily took her seat at the table.

"If you can eat it, then eat plenty. But be careful not to overeat and get indigestion," Su Pan’er advised as she placed some of Little Yanyan’s favorite dishes into her bowl.

Little Yanyan thanked her cheerfully and then ate her meal with great delight.

After dinner was finished, Su Pan’er tested Little Yanyan on the day’s lessons taught by their tutor and, seeing her daughter had memorized them well, she nodded with satisfaction and had several servants escort Little Yanyan back to her room in the side palace hall.

But not a quarter of an hour passed when a nanny came rushing to report.

"Empress, there’s trouble with the First Princess!"

The residence of the First Princess was arranged according to the little girl’s preferences, adorned with a base color of pink decor. Pink curtains, pink beaded curtains, pink covers, and pink clothing.

And lying quietly on those pink-covered beds was a black dead bird. Who else could it be but the crested myna, Luo Luo?

The death of the crested myna was a tragic sight. Its beak was wide open, its eyes turned white, its head drooping. Its body was bloody, one of its wings missing half, and its feathers were in disarray, inducing an involuntary shiver in anyone who saw the morbid scene. It was clear it had endured endless torture before dying.

"Woo woo woo... Luo Luo! Woo woo woo..."

Little Yanyan was at the side, crying incessantly, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The nanny in charge of the affairs, her face deathly pale and her body shivering, said, "Old slave, old slave doesn’t know what happened. Earlier, in order to find the bird, most of the servants in the princess’s palace went out to look for it, and they turned over these rooms like sifters several times, but still found nothing."

"But no one would have thought that the bird... this bird would be lying on the First Princess’s bed, let alone under the covers."

"Nobody thought of that, so..."

With a bitter heart, she wanted to say more but ended up helplessly kneeling on the floor, "It was old slave’s negligence for not checking for abnormalities inside the bed. Please, may His Majesty and Empress punish me."

"This matter indeed stems from your negligence. Today it was fortunately ’only’ a dead bird, but if those with ill-intent were to casually throw some snake or something onto the bed..."

Qin Yi coughed heavily a few times before ultimately swallowing the remaining half of his sentence.

Su Pan’er cast her eyes down. Snakes she was not afraid of, but what truly frightened her was the prospect of someone harboring ill-intentions, tarnishing Little Yanyan’s reputation—truly something impossible to guard against.

"This old servant deserves to die a thousand times over!"

The nanny prostrated on the ground, not even daring to beg for mercy!

Qin Yi’s eyes became fierce, "Fetch someone! Press her down, administer twenty strokes with the pole, then throw her into the Shanggong Bureau for disposal."

Upon the declaration of "disposal", the palace maids and nannies responsible for serving Little Yanyan all changed their expressions, and the prostrate nanny collapsed right there, unable to even crawl back up.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Two eunuchs quickly approached and dragged the person away.

"Put this bird into the box and bury it!"

Qin Yi instructed offhandedly.

He waved his sleeve to signal an internal attendant to come clean up.

"No!—"

Little Yanyan suddenly lunged forward, extending her little hand to shield the bird, as if by doing so she could save it, "Father Emperor, please keep it! I beg of you, Father Emperor! Please return my Luo luo to Yanyan! Woo woo woo..."

Only at this moment did Su Pan’er notice something was off with her elder daughter’s complexion, "Little Yanyan, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare Mother, Yanyan, Yanyan?"

"Empress Mother, I don’t want Luo luo to die..." Little Yanyan flung herself into Su Pan’er’s embrace, crying her heart out.

"Silly child, good child."

Su Pan’er continuously patted her back, "Silly child, whether it’s a person or a bird, they all need to be put to rest in peace. Now it’s Luo luo’s turn, we must let it rest, and not let it remain unrestful even in death. Yanyan, be a good girl, stop crying, okay?"

"Empress Mother... Empress Mother, I want to find out who did this. I want to find the culprit who killed Luo luo!"

Little Yanyan said, tears and snot running together, "There must be someone who has harmed Luo luo, Empress Mother, we absolutely cannot tolerate the culprit!"

"Alright! Empress Mother will uncover the truth and seek justice for Luo luo!"

Su Pan’er promised solemnly.

"Okay, okay!"

It was only at this moment that Little Yanyan finally managed to stifle her tears and nodded.

The box used to contain Luo luo was the Eight Treasures Exquisite Box. Such a box, crafted by Su Pan’er herself, had been given to Little Yanyan to put away small trinkets like rouge. Seeing it now used to hold Luo luo, none present thought it inappropriate.

Little Yanyan, unwilling to let others touch Luo luo, personally lifted and placed it in the box. Then she carefully covered the box and turned around to face Su Pan’er, looking up at her.

"Empress Mother, I am okay now."

"Hmm, now that the arrangements are taken care of, next we’ll go outside to the corridor and dig a hole to bury Luo luo."

The child, in every action, seemed ever so imposing.

"Hmm, let’s go. Just bury it in the corridor outside; Luo luo loved to sing there. The scenery is beautiful, with plenty of food. I also prepared so many little insects for Luo luo! Sadly..."

As she spoke, Little Yanyan’s eyes reddened again.

Fortunately, it was night, and the details were not clear.