"Didn't you see that the children from the Hui and Chang families are also making paper offerings?"
"The eldest son of the Chang family is right: A fine sword is forged through tempering, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold."
"If our Xiaoyu can survive this ordeal, she might even surpass us in the future!"
After listening to Huang Zuo's words, Huang Zuo's wife also understood: "Husband, you are right."
“Our master is a ‘compassionate emperor’ not a heartless monarch, and Xiaoyu is the most sentimental child.”
"He made the right choice on this path!"
"Furthermore, given your protective nature, you absolutely cannot just stand by and watch something happen to the children."
"Mmm!" Mentioning that gentleman, even Huang Zuo, the head of the Huang family, instantly felt a strong sense of security.
"Oh, by the way, honey, you said that if we give Xiaoyu some treasures, it doesn't count as getting involved in karma, right?"
Huang Zuo's wife was taken aback when she heard this, then smiled particularly slyly.
"What a question you're asking, sir... Do you remember how the higher-ups helped the master back then?"
As Huang Zuo's wife spoke, she pointed to the sky: "That rain of weapons that fell from the sky knocked away all the coffins that had buried half the sky!"
Here's a special explanation: the "above" that Huang Zuo's wife mentioned doesn't refer to the gods in heaven, but rather to the ancestral land of the Supreme Being.
That is, the place where the Yellow Emperor went into seclusion...
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