The baby was ungrateful, shaking his head and refusing to drink, instead splattering the wet-nurse with milk.
Xi Xizhi watched silently, racking her brain to think of a way to distract the wet-nurse and maids, sneak in, and remove the bracelet. She shook her head helplessly. The baby wasn't hungry—no matter how you coaxed him, he would still cry.
When a person's life is threatened, they will react instinctively. Just like the baby, although he couldn't speak, he could cry his lungs out, drawing other people's attention.
The baby's cries echoed in her ears. Xi Xizhi stamped her foot and spotted some small stones scattered near the flower bed. Running over, she picked some up. She might as well use the old trick of 'making noise in the east to attack in the west', a strategy she had used numerous times when sneaking sips of Master's wine.
She used her two paws to push a dozen small stones and gradually guide them toward the door.