If it weren't for the fact that Ai Wenli was heavily pregnant and easily startled, and his concern for the baby's prenatal development, Tang Qingshan would have loved to give Tang Qingyun a few good kicks.
Wu Xiaowen, at the gate, hadn't quieted down willingly. She was currently clawing at her own throat, her wide-open eyes looking like they were about to shoot fire as she stared unblinkingly into the yard.
Xiao Man walked over to help Ai Wenli as if nothing had happened. She was a good, obedient girl; her father had told her not to go to the main gate, so she didn't. Instead, when no one was looking, she drew over a few pentas seeds from a nearby flowerbed. She then flicked them toward the iron gate, rapidly firing five in a row before one finally struck one of Wu Xiaowen's acupressure points. The rest either hit the gate or flew off into the distance. Her aim... well, she could only blame the wrought-iron gate for being too ornate and intricate.
