The following day, early in the morning.
Main Courtyard.
After her meal, Dowager Cui inquired in detail about Cui Rong's studies. Cui Rong, with her sweet words, managed to charm Dowager Cui into holding her on her lap.
She lowered her head and playfully tweaked Cui Rong's nose: "You little tyrant, why haven't you been causing trouble these past few days?"
Cui Rong pouted: "I've always been the most well-behaved little girl."
"Hmm," Dowager Cui's face crinkled with the gentlest of gifts from time, as she seriously responded.
Then, she asked.
"But how did you end up fighting Young Master Wei last time? If not for your second uncle telling us, the whole family might have remained unaware."
Cui Rong stiffened.
"Young Master Wei has always been so indulgent toward you, and even wanted to cover for you after the incident. The Wei Family didn't come to demand an explanation, but you still owe your great-grandmother a proper account."
Cui Rong remained stiff.
