The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 120 - 118 Yun Ying’s Plan (2)

Chapter 120: Chapter 118 Yun Ying’s Plan (2)

Yun Zhao lowered his eyes, his thick lashes cast a faint shadow on his nose, making it hard to discern his thoughts, and he retorted:

"And you?"

Yun Zhao’s attitude particularly irked Yun Ying, but she could only suppress her temper at this moment and said, "I’ll be straightforward, I trust Yun Qi, and I absolutely won’t let anything happen to Mom."

"Oh? Didn’t you always think she was a little fraud?" Yun Zhao sneered, curling his lips.

Yun Ying took a deep breath, "The matters between us are difficult to explain, and Second Brother probably isn’t interested. Let’s just talk about Mom. Although you’re not close to Mom, I suppose you wouldn’t want to stand by and watch her encounter danger, right? So, you can use your relationship with Yun Qi, coax information from her about how to resolve the ominous sign on Mom, then tell me, and I’ll secretly help Mom get through this crisis."

Yun Zhao folded his arms, leaned back lazily on the chair, "Sounds like a good plan, but this way, who gets the credit?"

"Second Brother!" Yun Ying frowned, extremely serious, "What are you thinking? Even if you have issues with me, I wouldn’t gamble with Mom’s life to gain fame. Right now, Mom doesn’t trust Yun Qi, no matter what Yun Qi says, Mom won’t do as she suggests. And besides, I don’t think Yun Qi cares much about Mom’s fate either. The best way now is for us to keep it hidden and act as intermediaries."

Yun Zhao stared coldly at Yun Ying, trying to see through her heart and figure out what she was up to.

On second thought, there’s one thing Yun Ying got right; the most important task now is to keep Mom safe.

Mom doesn’t trust Yun Qi.

Keeping it hidden isn’t a bad idea.

Even though he disliked Yun Ying, he had to admit, sometimes she was indeed smart.

Yun Zhao knocked on the door of Yun Qi’s bedroom. Little Dumpling, wearing a white puff-sleeve pajama, barefoot, climbed down from the bed to open the door for him.

Seeing it was Yun Zhao, Little Dumpling looked up, squinted his eyes, and revealed a standard crescent-moon smile.

"Pretty brother, here to see me?"

Yun Zhao’s heart simmered because of those four words "pretty brother."

Many people had praised his looks before, and he only thought those people were shallow, even annoyed with his own good-looking face.

Now, being praised by Little Dumpling, he suddenly felt the urge to cherish this face.

Yun Zhao walked into the room and found Yun Qi’s bed covered with red paper, Little Dumpling was holding a sheet, trying hard to fold it into a paper figure.

Unfortunately, just after one lesson, the paper figure in his hand was crooked, like it had been through some mishap.

"Folding paper figures?" Yun Zhao asked.

"Yeah, kindergarten craft class, the teacher folded them beautifully." Yun Qi said, tucking the finished, lively paper figure under the blanket.

Cannot scare the pretty brother.

The little paper figure let out a soft "hum" in grievance under the blanket.

"Oh." Yun Zhao said, picking up a sheet of red paper. His long, fair fingers turned and twisted it nimbly, the veins on the back of his hands faintly visible due to the folding, and between his swift fingers, it seemed as if butterflies could fly out.

Yun Qi watched mesmerized, and soon a vivid paper figure appeared in Yun Zhao’s palm.

"Wow, how can someone be so good-looking and so skillful?" Yun Qi exclaimed.

Yun Zhao’s face flushed instantly, was this a compliment from Little Dumpling?

How could anyone be so cute and sweet-talking?

The reserved Yun Zhao only praised in his heart, not out loud.

"Is brother coming to help me fold paper figures this late, or is there something else? Go on, Qi is very loyal."

As Yun Qi spoke, he even formed a small fist and tapped Yun Zhao’s shoulder twice, in a friendly manner.

Yun Zhao was dumbfounded, where did Little Dumpling learn such gestures!

"It’s about my mom..." Yun Zhao began, his voice clear and pleasant.

Yun Qi smiled and nodded, his voice sweet, his smile obedient, "Brother, feel free to ask, Qi will say everything he knows."

...

Half an hour later, Yun Zhao left Yun Qi’s room.

Yun Qi watched his silhouette, dazed.

Suddenly, a voice came from his palm, "This boy wants to save his mom."

"It’s human nature, Qi can understand."

"But judging by your aunt’s attitude towards you, she won’t listen to anything you say."

"Then so be it, Qi has pointed out the problem and given the solution, it’s up to the pretty brother to figure out how to make Aunt follow it."

"...So can you let me out?" asked the Cat Demon.

"Eh? What’s the necessary connection between the two?" Yun Qi tilted his head, puzzled.

"Nothing, just asking."

The Cat Demon was very frustrated. This child had skills, was sharp, and was not easily fooled.

Late at night, Yun Ying tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and noticed that her mother was also awake, seemingly deep in thought. She tugged her mother’s arm, "Mom, are you thinking about Dad?"

Du Bing sighed, at this moment, she had lost the fierceness she showed when giving Yun Qi a hard time in the living room.

"Your dad shouldn’t have taken this deal, saying it was some indigenous Lord from an island who’s inherited for several generations and wants to build a palace blending traditional and modern styles on the island, so he invited your dad because he believed in feng shui."

"Isn’t that a good thing?" Yun Ying asked deliberately.

"Ah! But that Lord had rather mixed beliefs. He believed in feng shui of our mainland and also the traditional religion of the island. The shamans there kept chanting and gesturing all day. Your dad has negotiated with them many times, and whenever there’s a problem with the design or construction, the Lord clearly trusted his own people more, putting your dad in a very passive position."

"I see. Mom..." Yun Ying sat up, looking like she wanted to have a deep conversation with her mother, "Where did you guys stay on the island this time?"

"The Lord was very hospitable at first, saying we could stay in his palace. I saw the customs there were conservative with many palace rules, fearing I’d find it uncomfortable, so I moved out to a hotel by myself. Your dad stayed in the palace."

Yun Ying nodded, understanding, and it was as Yun Qi had said.

Earlier, before going to sleep, Yun Zhao went to Yun Qi, asked about the specifics, and then relayed Yun Qi’s words.

That little girl, she has some skills, even managed to figure out that Mom stayed in a hotel during the trip.

"Mom, do you remember what the hotel you stayed at was like? Didn’t Dad visit your room?"

"Ah, why are you asking this? Your dad was busy the moment he landed. That Lord is like a local Emperor on the island, what he says goes, very domineering. I was afraid your dad was under pressure from work, so I checked into the hotel alone."

The light in Yun Ying’s eyes dimmed further, Yun Qi was right again.