"Grandma, what is this pain compared to what I'm protecting?"
Qiao Lian'er's jaw trembled, but every word she uttered was resolute.
Grandma Qiao felt a mix of emotions, a surge of indescribable feelings welling up inside her.
This is Lian'er, so brave and resolute.
"Okay, but you must promise Grandma that this will only happen once, and you can't hurt yourself like this again next time."
Grandma Qiao simply couldn't bear to face such a situation again.
If she could, she hoped this would never happen again, but as an old peasant woman with little experience, what could she possibly do in the face of such a life-threatening situation?
She could only watch helplessly as her granddaughter did this; she was powerless.
Qiao Lian'er agreed and said, "Everyone in the family should remember that when I was a child, I was burned on my left leg near my knee, leaving a scar."
"Yes, Grandma will tell her family."
Grandma Qiao tenderly wiped the sweat from Qiao Lian'er's forehead with a handkerchief, and tears welled up in her eyes again after she had barely managed to stop them.
A cold determination crept into her heart; if anyone dared to lay a hand on Lian'er, this old woman would risk her life to fight them.
Qiao Lian'er took the painkiller, disinfected the wound, and applied a healing ointment.
She leaned against the bed, looking at the three-inch square wound, her hand gently tracing the edge, her eyes filled with a chilling coldness.
By delivering chestnuts and taking a walk around the village, Qiao Lian'er finally got a definite answer during seemingly casual conversations with the villagers.
Song Ruier and Qiao Lian'er are truly irreconcilable enemies. Song Ruier's hatred for Qiao Lian'er is even stronger. If Qiao Lian'er were to die, Song Ruier would be the kind of person who would jump around on Qiao Lian'er's grave.
Everyone in the village knew that the siblings didn't get along, mainly because Song Ruier harbored resentment towards Qiao Lian'er and envied her sudden rise to prominence.
Hatred stemming from jealousy will never disappear as long as the powerful element remains.
Such hatred can only be resolved by destroying the other party.
Two days later, Qiao Lian'er and Qiao Chaoheng went to the town and met Song Rui'er at Tianxiang Tower.
On the table were more pastries than last time, with a wider variety, two fried chicken legs, and a plate of roasted mutton.
Song Ruier buried her head in her food, wolfing it down, so delicious that tears welled up in her eyes.
The two waited patiently for him to finish eating.
Unlike last time, when the two were insincere and smiling, this time their expressions were strangely calm.
Once she had almost finished eating, Song Ruier wiped her mouth and looked up.
He knew that by this time, the two men had come to believe him and were willing to cooperate with him.
"My sister has a light-colored red butterfly birthmark on her right shoulder."
Qiao Chaoheng's profile: "Anything else?"
A sly glint flashed in Song Ruier's eyes: "I'll tell you this much for now. Next time you treat me to something to eat, I'll continue telling you."
"However, the red butterfly birthmark is one of the more obvious identifying features of my sister. If she wants to report it, she will report it."
To this day, Song Ruier is still unaware that the great victory in Daze Kingdom is related to the formation that Qiao Lian'er brought out.
He only thought it was about that flood control effort, and the greenhouses and fertilizers that improved people's lives.
But that's more than enough to attract those two.
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