C472 I'm Ashamed of Being Praised

Mrs. Qian rolled her eyes and looked at her daughter who was peeling the lotus by the pond.

That girl of hers had me to back her up and help her come up with some evil ideas. If it wasn't for the fact that her master's position was low, she would have stabbed a hole in the sky in the capital.

Madam Qian thought about it carefully. On the day that the scholar went out on the streets