In Love With My Fierce Farming Wife!
Chapter 1092 - 1087: The Mysterious Feeling

Chapter 1092: Chapter 1087: The Mysterious Feeling

Little Yanyan hopped over to Su Pan’er, holding up a painting in her hands as if presenting a treasure for her to see.

Su Pan’er took it and looked closely, bursting into laughter immediately.

The painting depicted a crested myna bird singing joyfully, suspended under a gallery adorned with climbing vines. What captivated her the most was the portrayal, beneath the gallery, of a pig with small, shiny eyes, its chubby body, fat head, and large ears, and its tiny tail curling twice mid-air, pointed high.

The pig’s gaze fixed on the birdcage, as if in the next moment it would pounce and gulp down the crested myna inside.

Her finger traced around the myna, realizing Little Yanyan had yet to recover from the loss of Luo luo.

"Are you still thinking about Luo luo?"

The smile vanished from Little Yanyan’s face, and she shook her head slightly before rubbing against Su Pan’er’s arm.

"Think, but it’s not really thinking. I have to catch the murderer who killed Luo luo and get revenge!"

The young girl wasn’t very old, but the conviction in her eyes was steadfast—it was clear she had made up her mind.

"Alright."

Su Pan’er didn’t say much, simply giving her assurance calmly.

What she didn’t tell her was that she had already sent Rascal Pig to investigate the cause of Luo luo’s death; results should have been available by now. But Rascal Pig had been missing for many days, leaving her unsure about what it was doing.

"Why did you add this pig to the painting?"

Su Pan’er pointed at the painting.

Little Yanyan bit her lip, "Empress Mother, Yanyan thinks that maybe Luo luo was eaten by it. Yanyan saw it, many times it looked covetously at Luo luo, it must be the one that bit Luo luo to death. You must not cover it up, Empress Mother."

As soon as Luo luo’s death was mentioned, Little Yanyan became inconsolably sad.

"Yanyan, Luo luo wasn’t killed by Rascal Pig, Empress Mother promises you."

Su Pan’er gently patted Yanyan’s head, speaking heartfelt words.

"Why? Why do you believe it so much, Empress Mother?"

Little Yanyan couldn’t comprehend her mother’s thoughts, "Empress Mother, that pig is lazy and gluttonous, always causing trouble. It’s very likely it killed Luo luo, you can’t shield it."

"Yanyan, Rascal Pig is not that kind of person... oh, not that, is not that kind of pig."

Su Pan’er affirmed, "Although it is lazy, and greedy, and unreliable in its duties, Empress Mother believes in it, that it wouldn’t harm our family members. Empress Mother trusts it just as she trusts you to be her good daughter."

She had long regarded Rascal Pig as part of her family and didn’t believe it would do such a thing.

Little Yanyan fell silent, sitting back at her desk with a forlorn expression, tears welling up in her eyes. Why, why would her mother rather trust a pig than her own daughter? She felt so heartbroken and wronged!

"First Princess..."

Qin Shuan’er reached out to gently pat her back, silently holding her hand to encourage her.

She wanted to say something comforting to the two, but didn’t know how to start.

Without speaking, Little Yanyan picked up a brush and began to scribble wildly across the painting, completely ruining the fine artwork, and Qin Shuan’er was unable to save it, only watching helplessly as it turned into a blob of black ink.

Then, a drop of water spread out on the painting...

Qin Shuan’er looked up only to find tears rolling down Little Yanyan’s face.

Startled, she instinctively looked at third auntie, meeting her worried gaze. She quickly bowed her head, pretending to read, but couldn’t take in a single word anymore.

After noon, Little Yanyan went to take an afternoon nap, and Qin Shuan’er stealthily sought an audience with the Empress.

Su Pan’er was picking withered lotus in the lotus pond. The dry lotus leaves, withered by frost and snow, could not only treat edema and metrorrhagia but also stop uterine bleeding, and their effects were even better than those of ordinary lotus leaves.

When Qin Shuang’er came over, the palace maid in charge of picking lotus leaves had already brought back quite a few with the small boat. Su Pan’er was having the leaves collected when she turned around and saw Qin Shuang’er standing quietly to the side.

"Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be taking a nap."

"Third auntie."

Qin Shuang’er stepped forward, seemingly hesitant to speak.

Seeing this, Su Pan’er understood immediately, "Are you here because of what happened this morning? Or do you also think that the rascal pig is involved in that matter?"

"Shuang’er wouldn’t dare to think so, but I can’t bear to see the First Princess so upset," Qin Shuang’er said through clenched teeth, clearly having contemplated her words for a long time. "That pig has always loved to steal food; it would not be unfathomable for it to steal a bird too. Why should the Empress make the First Princess so sad? Seeing her cry, Shuang’er also..."

"Without evidence to prove one’s speculation, everything remains an unknown. She should learn to face setbacks. You go back, remember to talk to her more and advise her."

Su Pan’er dismissed Qin Shuang’er casually, and as she watched her leave looking back every three steps, her mood also grew heavier.

Her own daughter, how could she not love her!

Yet, loving her is one thing, agreeing with her is another.

As Su Pan’er turned around, she found a pig sitting beside her, which gave her quite a fright!

"Goodness! When did you get here?"

She had no idea how much it had heard.

"Why are you so sure that the silly bird wasn’t killed by the pig grandfather?"

The rascal pig’s little pig eyes blinked and blinked, the watery orb projecting a curious baby’s demeanor.

"You? Hehe..."

Su Pan’er suddenly burst into laughter, "Although you are gluttonous, you know right from wrong. If I couldn’t even trust you with this, why would I keep you by my side?"

Compared to that silly bird, her two daughters were more precious!

"Hahaha..."

The rascal pig suddenly erupted in laughter, laughing so hard its belly turned outward, with its four short legs kicking wildly in the air.

Su Pan’er let it laugh without a word.

Only after it had its fill of laughter did it flip its belly back down and sit, curiously sizing her up, "Do you know? Actually, pig grandfather is also curious why I took a liking to you the moment I saw you. It seems like you have a peculiar quality that attracted me."

"What else could it be—it must be because my blood is sweeter than others’."

Initially, it was this reason that led the rascal pig to stay by her side.

"That was just an excuse. How long has it been since pig grandfather has sucked your blood?"

The rascal pig grunted, "The reason I stay by your side is because you feel very close to me. I know you won’t hurt me. Even if you beat pig grandfather, pig grandfather still has this feeling. It’s a mysterious feeling, unexplainable." Its fan pig ears kept flapping, and along with its chubby little body, it was completely endearing.

"Indeed."

Talking about this actually made Su Pan’er smile as well.

She had always regarded the rascal pig as her closest companion. In some aspects, her trust in the rascal pig even exceeded her trust in Qin Yi—a profound feeling.

As the gazes of the person and the pig met in midair, neither could help but laugh.