Even Bai Guofu, who had mentally braced himself, was startled, stammering out, "An... Ancestor."
Chuwei was sorting through the Spiritual Medicine in her hand, calmly asking, "What do you need from me?"
Biting his tongue to stay focused, Bai Guofu hurriedly said, "Ancestor, it's about Xiaofu, this unworthy granddaughter of mine. I've heard she angered you, so you punished her by taking away her ability to speak. Please, don't hold a grudge against a child."
Sixty years had not left a single mark on Chuwei's face; Bai Guofu never regarded her as an ordinary person.
Without raising her head, Chuwei instructed, "Wake her up."
Xue Qiu, who loved to stir up trouble, crawled onto the desk gleefully and took the half cup of cold water Chuwei had left from the night before, splashing it viciously on Bai Yinyin's face.
She woke up.
