Qing Er: "You could say that." Just as Qing Er finished speaking, a mocking laugh echoed beside her. This laughter made her feel slightly embarrassed. Her words seemed to be nothing more than a big joke to Jun Ning. She wanted to argue, but Jun Ning couldn’t be bothered to listen to her nonsense. Instead, he reached forward, trying to grab her arm, as if he wanted to test something. Unfortunately, he was a bit short, and his arms were too short. He tried several times but couldn’t reach Qing Er’s arm. Once again, he felt that his short arms and legs were useless. Amidst the incredulous gazes of the people around, Jun Ning rolled up his sleeves and puffed as he moved a Taishi Chair from the side, placing it beside Qing Er. Then, he stepped onto the Taishi Chair and stood in front of Qing Er. At last, he managed to grab her arm. Qing Er disdainfully glanced at the Taishi Chair under Jun Ning’s feet, thinking to herself, "Shorty." Jun Ning noticed what she was thinking and retorted, "You came from being a shorty too!" "You..." Qing Er was so angry she wanted to hit someone. Jun Ning pulled Qing Er’s arm in front of himself. Now he could see clearly without having to crane his neck like a giraffe to inspect Qing Er’s injury. Looking at Jun Ning, who seemed eager to poke his eyes into her arm, Qing Er felt a little uneasy. "Why are you looking at my arm like that?" "You want to know?" Jun Ning asked mischievously. "Yes." Qing Er nodded. Jun Ning replied in an irritating tone, "I’m not telling you!" Qing Er: "......" Orıginal content can be found at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 The reason Jun Ning wanted to look at Qing Er’s injury ’like that’ was because on his way to the Imperial Study Room with Xiao Lizi, he had been bored and was watching a swallow fly by. By chance, he saw Qing Er secretly applying something to her arm. Back then, Qing Er was at the end of the group, and there was no one else on that palace path, so hardly anyone noticed Qing Er’s action, except for Jun Ning. At that time, Jun Ning was puzzled about what she was sneakily doing, so he didn’t think too much of it. Now, seeing the increasing bruises on her arm, he felt there was something fishy about it. Jun Ning rubbed the most severe bruise on Qing Er’s arm with his finger and was surprised to find that the bruise could be rubbed off. "Qing Er, your injury is quite miraculous." Jun Ning laughed, "It looks pretty serious, but with a rub, it doesn’t seem that bad. If you wash it with clean water, I imagine you’ll be completely healed." Hearing Jun Ning’s words, the people around all came forward to look. Seeing how Qing Er’s injury disappeared after being rubbed a few times by Jun Ning, how could they not understand what was going on? Qing Er’s injury wasn’t pinched out by someone else; she had drawn it herself using a special technique. Admittedly, she made it quite realistic, fooling everyone. But this wasn’t the time to discuss that. Everyone was upset at having been deceived by Qing Er. Their gazes toward Qing Er changed. The initial sympathy and pity for her arm injury were completely replaced by disgust and anger after being tricked. This little girl dared to deceive them.