"And there's you, Chan'er!" Yao Ji said with a twinkle in her eyes as she gently tapped Yang Chan's nose. She had wanted to rub noses, but considering her current physical condition, she refrained.
"Chan'er, don't always make your brother angry. He's only trying to look out for you. You're such a lively girl all the time, never behaving like a proper young lady."
Yao Ji's gentle voice was tinged with a hint of reproach.
Yang Chan pouted, not entirely convinced, yet she did not retort and muttered in a sulky tone, "I know, Mother."
"But!"
Yang Chan looked at Yang Jian, her beautiful eyes wide with defiance, "I won't give you this Precious Lotus Lantern! Mother has agreed!"
Puffing out her chest with her head held high, Yang Chan, at that moment, resembled a combative rooster.
Yang Jian turned his head away expressionlessly, his good intentions dismissed like pearls cast before swine. Even if the treasure was given by a Saint, without strength, it simply couldn't be protected.
