But how could that be?
How can someone who isn't a god predict the future?
"You mean, the old lady had a premonition that the Li family would face misfortune?!"
Late at night, after Li Xuming and the other three explained the division of labor in the Li family to Li Qingyao, Li Xuming then kept Li Qingyao behind and told her everything about Pan Jinhua's precognitive dream.
“Nephew, I know you can’t believe it.”
Looking back, Li Xuming felt as if it were a past life; so much had happened in those few short months.
"How could I have believed it at first? But the facts are right before my eyes, everything has come true, and things have changed."
"·····"
Li Qingyao's heart skipped a beat. "Was it arranged by the old lady who sent me the money and medicine?"
"That's right. It was too late by then. By the time Fang Xiang arrived in the capital, the Li family had already been imprisoned. Later, when you were exiled, because you weren't far from the capital, Fang Xiang was afraid of being watched, so he didn't dare to help you. Later, he managed to travel with you by chance, but the leading officer was hot-tempered, and there were many conflicts among the officers in the group. He was afraid of getting involved in the fighting and having his identity discovered, so he could only give you some money."
"I am deeply grateful for your life-saving grace, please accept my bow, Uncle."
Li Qingyao knelt down and kowtowed to Li Xuming.
Only he himself knows how difficult that journey was.
Back then, only he and his mother were left in the Li family. Not only were they alone and weak, but they also had no money to rely on.
If it weren't for the money that person gave him to save his life, he and his mother might have met a terrible end and been left to rot in the wilderness one day.
He had always remembered this kindness; it turned out it really was arranged by the old lady.
Li Xuming hurriedly helped him up, saying, "We're all family, don't act like this."
"Precognition in dreams? Is there really such a miraculous thing in this world? Heaven has been kind to the Li family."
“Nephew is right. The Li family is not destined to die. Don’t spread this news.”
"Nephew, please remember, Uncle, just call me by my name."
Li Qingyao looked solemn.
"Yao-ge'er, Mother asked me to pass on a message to you."
"Uncle, please speak."
"If we lose in the political arena, we must win it back in the political arena."
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