"What?"

Zhou Erqian couldn't contain his anger any longer. "You wait here, I'm going to the dungeon to avenge you!"

"That old man is dead."

Xu Zhenzhen glanced at Zhuang Rongrong indifferently. This child is so young, yet she has a cruel heart. That old man is truly pitiful; he deserves what he got.

"Dead? How did he die?"

Fearing her image would be ruined, Zhuang Rongrong spoke before Xu Zhenzhen could, saying, "Maybe Brother Xu avenged me. Brother Erqian, don't ask."

She thought Xu Zhen would really speak up for her.

But Xu Zhenzhen never lies: "She killed the person herself; it has nothing to do with me."

Zhuang Rongrong's face turned deathly pale. She could feel Zhou Erqian pull his arm away from hers, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Oh?" Sun Changjing said with interest. "How could a little baby like her kill an adult?"

Xu Zhenzhen recounted everything he had seen.

"Not bad in terms of courage."

Sun Changjing's praise did not make Zhuang Rongrong happy. She knew that her brother Erqian must have remembered the vase incident.

Zhou Erqian did think of the vase. He couldn't believe that Zhuang Rongrong, who was originally such a simple and kind girl, could possibly kill someone.

He couldn't accept it.

"Brother Erqian..."

Zhou Erqian didn't look at her, his fists clenched, seemingly lost in thought, his expression somber.

Sun Changjing originally planned to talk to Zhuang Rongrong about praying for rain, but Zhou Qian suddenly barged in, so he could only leave it to Xu Zhenzhen to talk to her alone.

After he left, Xu Zhenzhen repeated his words exactly, "Miss Rongrong, the city lord wants you to pray for rain tomorrow. The people of Wuzhou City can't wait any longer. The altar will be set up today, so you should get ready."

After saying that, he left.

Zhuang Rongrong was struck dumb. She was still injured. Why did they have to rush? Couldn't they let her rest?

Moreover, if this rainmaking attempt fails, she will certainly not have a good ending; the city lord will not let her off the hook.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Rongrong covered her face and cried. She had to find a way to control Zhou Erqian and make him throw away that copper coin!

"Brother Erqian, are you still misunderstanding me? I really didn't mean it, I..."

Unable to think of a reasonable explanation, she could only weep.

“You were very clear-headed at the time, Rongrong.”

"I…"

Zhou Erqian interrupted her, "If you could be so ruthless as to kill that old man, it proves that you could have been so ruthless as to kill me back then. I can't believe it. You used to be so kind. You wouldn't even step on an ant."

Zhou Erqian recalled that when Sisi was still mentally challenged, Rongrong often came to play with them. They would go up the mountain together. Rongrong was lucky and would share whatever she found with them. She would also take injured animals home and treat them.

Little did he know that Zhuang Rongrong ate all the animals she brought back, and when asked, she said they were cured and released.

Zhou Erqian didn't understand why she had become like this.

Zhuang Rongrong stared at him as if she had been provoked, and shouted hoarsely, "If I don't kill him, he'll kill me! Brother Erqian, he put me in a bucket full of rats and let the rats bite me. I almost died, do you know that?"

"And what about me?"

Zhou Erqian closed her eyes in pain, "What did I do to you that made you hit me with a vase, trying to kill me?"

Zhuang Rongrong couldn't answer.

She alternated between crying and laughing, then suddenly knelt before Zhou Erqian, her face ashen, and said, "Kill me."

Zhou Erqian would never kill her. "I won't kill you. You'd better watch yourself. I'm going back to Peach Blossom Village with my mother."

"Weren't you going to stay with Brother Xu? Why is Aunt Qin here?" Zhuang Rongrong asked in surprise.

“I will come again after my elder brother’s wedding.” Zhou Erqian stood up. “My mother was invited by the city lord’s wife. She asked that brat to treat Aunt Wen’s illness.”

"Should we ask Zhou Sisi to treat my mother?"

Zhuang Rongrong's voice suddenly became shrill, "What kind of illness can she treat? She'll be lucky if she doesn't bring death to her mother!"

Zhou Erqian was even more disappointed. "It's a pity that the brat not only cured Aunt Wen's illness, but also brought Brother Zhao Yuan back to life. The copper coins she gave me also saved my life."

"Rongrong, she is much more capable than you."

After saying this, Zhou Erqian left.

Only Zhuang Rongrong remained in the hall, looking dazed.

How is that possible?

How could Zhou Sisi possibly save people and even bring them back to life? How could an ordinary baby like her have such great abilities?

Zhuang Rongrong didn't believe it. She was sure that Erqian-gege was just making things up to spite her. That must be it.

No, she couldn't let Erqian leave.

Zhuang Rongrong chased after him, but Zhou Erqian walked faster and faster. She called out to him, but he didn't stop at all.

"Brother Erqian, I was wrong. Please don't go. Stay with me in the City Lord's Mansion, okay? I was wrong, I know I was wrong, sob sob sob."

She cried so hard that tears streamed down her face, and the person in front of her stumbled slightly but walked even faster.

Having no other choice, Zhuang Rongrong hardened her heart and picked up a rock, smashing it right on his head.

With a thud, Zhou Erqian turned around with wide eyes, his eyes filled with despair and tears, and collapsed to the ground.

Zhuang Rongrong rushed over and cried bitterly, "I'm sorry, Brother Erqian, I'm so sorry, I have no other choice."

Zhuang Rongrong only stopped crying when he closed his eyes. Anyway, he was going to die after absorbing the energy tomorrow, so being unconscious like this would lessen his pain.

The Zhao residence.

Zhao Tianfu was completely drunk. He insisted on writing Sisi into the family tree so that she could be the little ancestor.

The matter of the family genealogy is no joke. Qin grabbed him, preventing him from entering the ancestral hall, and was sweating profusely with anxiety. "Sister Wen, you should quickly manage your husband. Sisi is still young. How can she be written together with your ancestors?"

"Of course, Sister Qin. If it weren't for Sisi, Yuan'er and I wouldn't have survived. Don't worry, our ancestors will definitely agree. Everyone would love such a cute little baby."

Wen Sang smiled and pulled her away.

Zhao Tianfu took the golden pen and wrote Zhou Sisi's name on the family genealogy. How could the ancestral hall dare to disagree? She was a princess of the dragon clan, a fairy.

To write her name alongside those lowly minions would be an insult to her reputation. They dared not speak, and they would be grateful if the princess didn't despise them.

The servants of the Zhao family all started calling Sisi "Little Ancestor." Zhao Yuan was reluctant to call her that, and Wen Sang wanted to beat her up, but Sisi stopped him.

What if he really is the reincarnation of the Dragon King? But if her own brother calls her "Little Ancestor," she'll be in deep trouble when she returns to the Dragon Palace. Forget it.

Qin had planned to return to Peach Blossom Village the next day, but as soon as she got up, news came from the City Lord's Mansion that the Goddess would be praying for rain today.

You Rong came over specifically to call them, "I heard that this goddess is from the same village as you. You can go and see her too. We'll have lunch at our city lord's mansion. You've come all this way, and Sisi hasn't had a meal from her mother's home yet."

Unable to refuse, Qin could only agree. It just so happened that Erqian was also at the City Lord's Mansion, so she wouldn't have to call him again when she left.

It was just a goddess praying for rain...

Could they be talking about Rongrong?