The little girl from Third Master Su's household died.
That clever girl had finally become another casualty of the struggle in the inner courtyard.
Who could have guessed that a dead girl would spring to life? As her coffin was being closed, the little girl from Third Master Su's household suddenly sat up. She even tore apart the funeral hall, and somehow, she was alive again.
Su Yan of the Su family's silkworm estate looked at the crude, childish drawings Su Lihua, the silly girl from Third Uncle Su's branch, had made. They were nothing like the works that had once made her famous throughout Qicheng. Su Yan smiled fondly.
“You're only six, yet you used to draw such delicate, beautiful pictures. Now, these... Never mind. At least you made it back from the gates of death. It's all right if you're a little silly.”
“Of course, of course,” Su Li replied, forcing a smile. Yet her heart was full of complicated thoughts.
Compared with the twists and turns in this big family's minds, this blockhead from the twenty-first century really was too silly for words.
