"Yes, I'm blaming you." Cold Bing Bing stared coldly into Cold Pei Yuan's eyes, her voice delicate yet firm. Thud— Everyone seemed to hear a loud sound, mouths open in astonishment, gazing at her in disbelief. What on earth! Could this young girl really dare to blame the General? Muzhao Yun's mother and daughter were both stunned, then couldn't help but feel triumphant—she deserved it. Now the General wouldn't dare to punish her. Their eyes were wide open, glinting with anticipation of her impending misfortunes. Ruan Yi Ying and Lin Cheng Qi looked puzzled. The General's dignity was not to be challenged. Though the third lady was still young, she had repeatedly tested the General's patience—whether to admire her or pity her youth and inexperience, they weren't sure. The nanny reacted most directly, collapsing instantly, unconscious. The atmosphere grew so still it was almost oppressive—so quiet that even the sound of a rustling needle falling could be heard. Cold Pei Yuan remained expressionless, his deep, serene gaze fixed on Cold Bing Bing, silent. No one could tell what he was thinking. Leng Wan raised her head, gazing at him, wondering what reaction he would have next—had he been angered by her? A smile at the corner of her lips would be perfect. Indeed, she had deliberately provoked him. She intended to make it known to every member of the General's household that Leng Wan, who feared no one, was someone no one should cross. Those who were wise would simply avoid her. Otherwise, they would have to face her methods with courage. Mu Zhaoyun raised her eyebrows, her indignation hard to contain. "General, you're so biased! Yue'er is also your daughter, and hasn't she ever made a mistake?" Li Lu's gaze narrowed sharply at Lingwan, this lowly girl, who had somehow earned the General's recognition. "Do I need your approval to carry out my decisions?" Lingwan replied coldly, casting her a disapproving glance. "General, I— " Mu Zhaoyun's words were swallowed whole by the ice-cold intensity of Lingwan's eyes, and with a heart full of resentment, she gently guided her daughter to sit down. Deep within, she vowed to see that Lingwan, this unworthy girl, would not be overlooked. Lingwan watched the three of them engage in their theatrical quarrel with a calm, faintly amused expression, clearly conveying her scorn. "Wanwan, how shall I compensate you?" Cold Pei Yuan gently looked down at his little daughter, unusually sincere in his apology. Compensation? Lingwan's smile remained steady—there were surely not all matters that could be settled after the fact. And the people you needed to compensate have all passed away. The one standing before you isn't your daughter, but a young girl from a future world. Remembering the slender figure of this young lady, Cold Binwan's cold, dark eyes suddenly sparkled with a sudden idea—something both satisfying and impressive. "Come here," she gently extended her soft, slender hand toward Cold Peiyan, her gaze full of mystery. "To the past?" Cold Peiyan, rarely startled, pointed at himself, wondering if he had misunderstood. What exactly did this lively girl intend to do? "Yes, yes," Cold Binwan nodded. Cold Peiyan walked over, still puzzled. "Now, kneel down," Cold Binwan instructed. Cold Peiyan's gaze deepened, yet he complied and knelt as requested. "Excellent," Cold Binwan nodded with satisfaction, then gently reached out and gave Cold Peiyan a firm slap across the face. *Crack!* The sound was soft, yet it struck like a thunderbolt, resonating clearly throughout the gathering. Ruan Yiyin and Lin Chengqi have always believed their hearts were strong, but today they feel as though they've been thrown into a world of fire and water—so overwhelmed that they can't even make sense of what the third sister is up to. Mu Zhaoyun and her daughter are equally stunned—the girl dared to slap the general in the face! Have they gone blind? A small palm print on Cold Peiyuan's face stands out remarkably. His deep, lake-like eyes flash repeatedly, fixed intently on Cold Wanwan. Cold Wanwan gazes at the small palm mark on his pale, handsome cheeks and gives a satisfied nod. "Excellent—she's just like a flower. Hehehe..." Her eyes, shimmering with an eerie glow like black gems, curve into a smile. Her crisp laughter is bold and spirited. Though delicate as a porcelain doll, she radiates an air of maturity and superiority befitting someone far beyond the age of three. "You dare to hit me?" Cold Peiyuan raises his brows, his expression cold. A surge of icy energy spreads through him, cold and powerful, as if ready to sweep everything aside. "Why not?" "Cold, she glanced at him with a sideways look,"I'm not afraid of anything I can't do." Her bold demeanor didn't fall short of Cold Pei Yuan's. Ran Yiyin and Lin Chengqi were left speechless—was she really just a three-year-old child? Mu Zhao Yun and her daughter felt a wave of cold air rush over them—would they really be able to stand up to this little girl? "Can't something like a slap be that big a deal? Cold Pei Yuan smiled bitterly. If it were anyone else, he'd have already driven them to the brink of death and despair. "Then, what should I do to make it up to you?" He reached out his hand, lifting the small figure into his arms. For some reason, seeing this little person made him breathless. Had he only just now begun to feel like a father? He found himself shaking his head in disbelief. Ruan Yiyin couldn't help but wipe away a tear—wasn't this really what he'd just seen? Lin Chengqi also raised an eyebrow, noting how unusually the general was behaving today. The mother and daughter of Mu Zhaoyun were deeply hurt, yet the general didn't even reprimand the younger girl—he instead held her so closely and intimately. How could that be? Cold Yue stared fiercely at Cold Wanwan, who had dared to compete with her for her father's affection. It was truly unbearable. Since childhood, her father had never once held her. Cold Wanwan nestled comfortably in Cold Pei Yuan's arms. After all, if he wants to hold her, he can. Having a warm, But the conditions we must have cannot be overlooked. With a plump finger extended, she declared: "First, I demand that you formally recognize my status and ensure everyone in the household knows I am the daughter of the General—their master; second, since you've been away from the estate for so long, I shall be the head of the household, and everything shall be decided by me; third, I insist on uncovering who poisoned and killed my mother?" Her gaze lingered pointedly on Mu Zhaoyun, satisfied to see her slightly stiffen. "Fourth, whatever I wish to do, you must not oppose—it must be unconditional acceptance; fifth, that one has not yet come to mind, and I'll address it when I think of it." "No!" Cold Yue leapt up, loudly objecting. "My mother is the General's wife, and she is the true head of the household. How can you, a mere young girl, claim to be the one in charge?" If she truly becomes the mistress of the estate, what will become of her? "Indeed, General, Wu Bian is still just a child, and the household staff will never accept her as their leader." "Mu Zhaoyun was furious, yet still managed to suppress her anger, speaking with a composed smile—only her tightly clenched hands revealed her emotions. "Did I ask you anything?" Cold Wanyan's cold gaze swept across them, radiating frost. Mu Zhaoyun and her daughter couldn't help but step back, their eyes filled with indignation, yet dared not speak further. Hmph—quite impressive. Ruan Yiyin and Lin Chengqi, witnessing the usually proud Mu Zhaoyun and her daughter being subdued, silently admired them in their hearts. "Now, isn't it time to officially announce my status to the household staff?" Cold Wanyan returned her gaze, fixing it steadily on Cold Peiyuan. "How do you know I'll agree to your requests?" Cold Peiyuan arched an eyebrow, curiously observing the confident little girl in his arms. "All your requests are reasonable except the first one—most of the others are difficult to accept. Moreover, your wife is correct—given your youth, how could the household staff possibly respect you?" "You will agree," Cold Wanyan said, a subtle smile playing at the corner of her lips, half-amused, half-serious "Can your other children compare to me? As for making people obey me—I have my own ways." Unconvinced? Then go ahead and try. Her eyes half-lidded, a dangerous gleam flashing. "Hahahaha... Indeed, a true daughter of my generalship—clever and bold." Cold Pei Yuan laughed heartily. "I have accepted your request." Cold Wanwan smiled, fully expecting this. "Dad—" "General—" Cold Yueer and Mu Zhao Yun were stunned. The general had actually agreed to this ridiculous request from the young lady. "That's settled," Cold Pei Yuan said, his cold gaze fixed on them. "From now on, all matters in the household shall be decided by Wanwan." "Yes," they replied, glaring fiercely at Cold Wanwan, though deep down they were deeply dissatisfied—they dared not challenge the general's decision. "Daughter, you should now call me 'Dad,' shouldn't you?" Cold Pei Yuan smiled gently, gazing at the girl in his arms. He hadn't forgotten that since the beginning, this young lady had always called him 'you,' 'you,' never once addressing him as 'Dad.' Cold Wanyan glared at him and grumbled, "Dad." If it weren't for your evident enthusiasm and willingness to comply with my requests, you'd have simply ignored me. "Hahaha..." Cold Pei Yuan laughed. How could he not be delighted with such a clever daughter? The first watch begins at one, and there's another watch in the afternoon.