Ji Qingwu let go of her hand and crouched down. "Jiu Jiu, go find Grandmother. She must miss you terribly."
Jiu Jiu clutched the corner of her robes, refusing to let go.
Children are sensitive to emotional shifts, and she could feel the hostility in Ji Qingyuan's eyes.
She said in her sweet, childish voice, "Mama, come with me. Grandmother is waiting for us."
Ji Qingwu patted her little back and said softly, "Mama has a few things to discuss with them. You go on ahead. I'll be there in a moment."
After they made a pinky promise, Jiu Jiu followed Chunhua to Anju Garden.
As soon as Ji Qingyuan heard the news about the assassination attempt on the Emperor and the appearance of assassins in the palace, she had hurried home.
For the past few days, she had remained at home, never stepping out, and stuck to the old matriarch's side constantly.
"Fifth Sister, Jiu Jiu only knows her grandmother, but she's unaware that her great-grandmother is standing right here."
