The old woman seemed unlikely to regain her senses anytime soon. Seeing that her clothes were covered in mud and her face was very disheveled, Nanxian decided to take her to get a quick wash.

The silly woman's house was so simple that it only had two rooms. Usually, she would wash up by the stream behind the mountain. Now that it was cold and night, it was impossible for her to go to the stream to bathe. So Nan Xian took her hand and led her to the home of the villager where she was staying.

The family was initially very hostile towards the mentally challenged woman and refused to let her into the house no matter what. However, after Diao Yu released her spiritual power once again, they immediately became obedient, opened the door, and then huddled tremblingly in the corner.

Nan Xian ignored them and took the silly woman into the bathroom.

Although the old woman was now in a daze, she seemed to sense Nan Xian's kindness and quickly lowered her guard, allowing Nan Xian to lead her to this unfamiliar place.

When Nanxian helped her take off her clothes, she didn't struggle, she just smiled foolishly and even reached out to tug at Nanxian's hair.

Her movements were gentle and did not hurt Nanxian, so Nanxian let her be.

The simple-minded woman fiddled with her hair with both hands, making indistinct babbling sounds, "...hoo, ho, ha, red, red!"

Nan Xian replied, "Yes, red. My hair is red."

The silly woman immediately raised her voice excitedly: "Red! Red!"

She touched her hair again, tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Black! Black!"

Nan Xian couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!" in surprise, saying, "As expected of the Wu Clan, their learning and comprehension abilities are truly strong... Come on, raise your hand, I'll help you take off your sweater."

The simple-minded woman followed her demonstration and helped her take off all her inner clothes, placing them in the dirty laundry basket beside her. Just as she turned her gaze back, her eyes froze the moment they landed on the woman's skin.

On the woman's lower abdomen, there was a dark brown, hideous scar that was two fingers wide and more than three inches long.

The scar was severely hypertrophic, protruding high above the skin with an uneven surface. The hastily stitched marks around it made it look like a giant centipede, which was quite frightening.

Seeing Nan Xian staring intently at her stomach, the simple-minded woman quickly covered the scar with her hands and curled up in the bathtub.

She murmured, "Ugly, ugly..."

Nan Xian suddenly came to her senses. She squatted down and carefully placed her hand on the silly woman's shoulder.

"Not ugly, not ugly at all."

The simple-minded woman hesitated before raising her head, revealing only one eye as she looked at Nan Xian.

Her eyes were as clear as a baby's, like a clear lake whose bottom could be seen in a single glance.

Nan Xian smiled gently at her, "Really, a soldier's scars are his most glorious medals, and so are yours."

The simple-minded woman didn't understand what the soldier meant, nor did she know what a medal was, but she understood Nan Xian's expression. She blinked, immediately smiled again, and parroted, "Medal!"

"That's right, your scars are your medals. Come on, get up, I'll help you take a bath."

The silly woman nodded vigorously.

**

On the other side, Diao Yu was lounging on the sofa, legs crossed, watching the show with a bored expression.

The person standing in front of him, putting on an act, was the owner of the house.

The man's face was heavily made up, with black smoky eyes and bright red lips, and two blobs of bright pink on his cheeks. He wore a pair of ill-fitting high heels, and every step he took made him wince in pain, but he dared not show it and could only grit his teeth and endure it. The woman had a few clumps of eyelashes stuck on her lips to act as a mustache, and she was sweating profusely as she recited the lines that Diao Yu had given them.

"Woman, are you playing hard to get with me? Very well, you've successfully piqued my interest! From now on, I'm going to let the whole world know that this fishpond is yours!"

As Nan Xian straightened her sleeves, she walked into the living room and saw this appalling scene. She almost thought she was hallucinating.

Nan Xian:......? ? ?