Chapter 280 - 280 Wasn't This On Purpose?
280 Wasn’t This On Purpose?
The packrat was too young to treat these words as a joke. She would not laugh them off. Instead, she would really think about whether she was a little evil spirit. Why did these children say that when she had clearly not killed anyone?
She would really be hurt by these words.
Previously, she had been called a little evil spirit by these children for a long time. She had been insecure and had even had one or two nightmares because of this. She clenched her fists and muttered that she was not a little evil spirit.
At this moment, her little face was pink from crying. There were beads of tears hanging on her long and dense eyelashes. She was a small ball. She pouted her small mouth aggrievedly and her big red eyes were red. Anyone who saw her would want to protect her.
Perhaps because she had cried too hard, even her voice had changed, like an injured kitten.
“Sweetcake didn’t kill anyone. Sweetcake is a good baby, not a little evil spirit. Sweetcake doesn’t kill people.”
The little packrat actually did not have much concept of murder. She only knew that murder was a very bad thing. Killing meant that someone would die in front of her.
Xuanyuan Yu didn’t have Yun Ran’s good temper. He stepped into the school and glanced at the half-grown children. His voice was filled with displeasure. “You guys are quite good at bullying! Who scolded her just now? Come out.”
Those children were already afraid of Little Sweetcake. Now that Xuanyuan Yu shouted at them, they trembled and huddled together.
There were one or two who were a little bolder.
“Mo Yunnian killed the young master of the Prime Minister’s Estate. Everyone in the Imperial City knows about it.”
“That’s right. My mother told me that Mo Yunnian is different from us. She’s a little monster with a super… super heaven spiritual root! Although she’s small, her ability can kill.”
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Yun Ran did not know that the news of the packrat going to the Prime Minister’s Mansion would spread like wildfire. Her frown deepened.
Xuanyuan Yu was also stunned. He did not expect that the reason why the little packrat was ostracized and bullied by these children was all because he had killed that bastard son of the Yun family in a fit of anger.
For the first time, Xuanyuan Yu understood a principle. He could not be impulsive.
He had originally planned to bring the little packrat to the Yun family to support her. Unexpectedly, his good intentions had ruined things.
Xuanyuan Yu wanted to tell these children that he was the one who killed the man and not to blame this on a little child.
However, Yun Ran spoke before he could. “Mo Yunnian is not a little monster. It’s true that she has a super heaven-grade spiritual root, but that’s her innate talent. Her ability will be used to protect people, not kill them.”
This was also what Yun Ran had always taught the packrat.
The packrat was smart. She had already realized the difference between her and the other children.
Yun Ran had told her that she was a little doll chosen by the gods to be so smart and powerful. When she was older, she could use her abilities to protect the people she wanted to protect and help those in need.
The little packrat was very happy. She raised her fair and tender little face and pinched her little milky fist. “Yes, Sweetcake has grown up. I want to hit the big baddie egg.”
But now, her talent and ability had caused her to be labeled as a little monster.
Yun Ran did not believe it. The parents of these children did not know that a heaven-grade spiritual root was only a talent relating to her spiritual root, but those people described Sweetcake, who had such a talent, as a little monster in front of their children.
Wasn’t this intentional?
Perhaps it was because of jealousy or some other reason.
But no matter what the reason was, they should not discredit a three-and-a-half-year-old girl.
There were too many trashy people in the world. Under normal circumstances, Yun Ran would not be angry at these trashy people.
However, this time, it was her Sweetcake who was hurt. It was hard for her not to be angry.