The commoners gathered, all wanting to know if Wu Tian would accept the little girl as his disciple.
"Please," the girl’s parents begged, forsaking their royal dignity to kowtow before Wu Tian. "Take our daughter."
Such a scene was truly difficult to refuse, but Wu Tian remained indifferent. He suddenly turned to Rui’er. "You’re only eight, but what a performance. Truly a fine performance!"
Rui’er, however, looked completely clueless. "Big Brother, what are you talking about? I don’t understand."
Wu Tian’s tone grew frigid. "Do you really think your act works on me?"
His voice was so chilling it made one’s blood run cold. Upon hearing his words, Rui’er couldn’t help but tremble before immediately bursting into tears.
Seeing their only remaining daughter cry, her parents kowtowed with even greater fervor, their foreheads striking the ground hard.
"Mr. Wu Tian, I hope you don’t misunderstand."
"Yes, we’re her parents! We saw that she had lost all appetite, so we decided to bring her to you, hoping you would take her as your disciple."
The couple spoke over each other, each desperate to defend their daughter, Rui’er.
"What exactly are you pretending at?" Wu Tian said nothing, but the little one in his arms leaped down. She strode up to Rui’er and slapped her across the face.
SLAP!
With the resounding crack, Rui’er’s cheek swelled up, red and bruised. She immediately began to wail again.
Ordinarily, the bystanders would have sided with Rui’er and condemned Wu Tian for this. But after the incident with the Zhang family, the people near the Royal Palace had learned an important lesson: not to let themselves be used.
The crowd’s unusual reaction alarmed Rui’er. She had been certain they would stand by her no matter what, but now she realized something was wrong.
"Do you have any idea that you’re digging your own grave?" the little one stared coldly at Rui’er, her wide eyes glittering with disdain. There’s only room for one special kid around here, and that’s me. That’s more than enough. How can you be such a good actress?
Rui’er continued to stare blankly at the little one. "Little sister, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t understand."
"Still pretending? Fine, don’t blame me for what happens next," the little one sneered. My dad’s a grown-up, so of course he wouldn’t lower himself to argue with an eight-year-old girl. But I’m completely different. A four-year-old bullying an eight-year-old isn’t shameful; in fact, it’s something to be proud of.
Immediately, the little one slapped her again. "Still faking it? I’ll teach you to fake it! I’ll beat you until you can’t pretend anymore!"
"AH!"
"AH!"
One slap landed after another until Rui’er’s face swelled up like a pig’s head. Still, she cried out, "I... I really don’t know what you’re talking about!"
She sobbed as she spoke, creating the perfect image of a poor, bullied lamb, with the little one as a cruel devil. The commoners watching the scene were stunned. The little one’s ferocity made them question reality. Can a child really be that fierce? The other children in the crowd were so terrified they lost control of their bowels.
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Rui’er’s father demanded an explanation, expecting Wu Tian and the little one to give his daughter justice. If you don’t want to take a disciple, fine! But was there any need to accuse my daughter of faking it? Was there any need to strike her?
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