Danqing returned to the palace, and Xu Qingfeng came to greet him.
Seeing his youngest son’s clothes soaked by the rain, he glanced at Danrong and said, "Don't you know your younger brother isn't well? If he catches a cold, watch your hide~"
Danrong smiled sheepishly, "Father, this son knows. I won't dare again next time."
Danqing knew that his Father and Eldest Princess were concerned about him. "Father, don't blame Eldest Sister, this son had a very happy time today."
Xu Qingfeng looked at his most beloved youngest son, "That's good. Go out more and relax when you have nothing to do."
At least he wasn't as unwilling to communicate with anyone as he was when he first woke up. This son was raised by him with great care, and he only wished for him to live a happy and carefree life.
However, after recovering from a serious illness, he rarely acted spoiled towards him, his personality became increasingly aloof, and he grew more and more silent.
Now eighteen, he was even more resistant to engagement and marriage, which truly worried him as a father.
The simple and innocent him seemed to have an unresolvable knot in his heart, yet he never wanted to confide in anyone.
For some reason, ever since he saw the beggar with a face full of blood, Danqing's mind kept recalling the secrets hidden in his heart. Now, he particularly wanted to find someone to pour his heart out to…
After Danrong left, Xu Qingfeng personally cooked a table of Danqing's favorite delicacies.
As they ate, Danqing suddenly asked, "Father, do you believe in love?"
Xu Qingfeng thought his son had come to his senses and was ready to consider marriage. He enthusiastically replied, "Your father believes. Your Empress Mother has always treated your Father this well, and your Father is also immensely fond of your Empress Mother. Isn't this love? In fact, mutual affection is a beautiful thing. If Qing'er is willing, any good woman in the Dan Kingdom is yours to choose from."
Knowing he had misunderstood, Danqing didn't rush to explain but continued to ask, "Then Father, do you believe that an Emperor would dote on one person for decades without change? Even without an heir to inherit the throne, the Emperor would never take any other consorts."
"How can that be?" Xu Qingfeng tapped Danqing's little head. "An Emperor's harem is meant to balance the power of the court. Not to mention the Emperor faces temptations of beauty every day; how can he possibly dote on only one person for decades? As for imperial heirs, they are of utmost importance. An Emperor wouldn't be so infatuated that he can't distinguish between what's important and what's not."
"But, this son seems to have encountered… Mother, do you remember when I drowned half a month ago? Actually, during that time, my soul went to a place called Yaoguo…"
"Her name is Qiao Ci, and she was a great hero. She bravely defended the city and defeated the Southern barbarians…"
"She disregarded all opposition and married this son as the Imperial Consort of a kingdom…"
"She was wise and mighty, unifying all the surrounding small countries…"
"She doted on me and respected me for more than ten years, until her death… Because I couldn't conceive for her, she adopted a child as her heir…"
"Father… the new dynasty she established was named Mo, and my name at that time was Su Mo. Later, when she passed away, my personal guard An Yi told me that the reason she fought for power was all for this son…"
"Once you've met the best woman, how can you ever look at anyone else? Father, I hope you won't persuade me anymore. I only want her. If she is not in this world, I will pray for her with a lonely lamp and ancient Buddha for a lifetime…"
Xu Qingfeng thought all of this was a fabrication by his youngest son to avoid marriage. However, seeing the deep affection and沧桑 in his eyes and his changes over the past three years, he couldn't help but ponder.
But for his youngest son's future happiness, he couldn't believe it!
"Qing'er, perhaps it was just a dream. Don't be too persistent. Our Dan Kingdom has plenty of good women. They might not be as capable as the woman in your dream, but they won't be too bad either. Your Father cannot bear to see you end your life with a lonely lamp and ancient Buddha. My son, forget her."
The bitterness in Danqing's eyes flashed and disappeared. He knew this would be the outcome; no one would believe him, and no one would support him.
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Three days later, Qiao Ci's leg injury had completely healed. She stood up and took a few tentative steps, and her face, which had been dark for three days, finally softened a little.
The beggars in the ruined temple huddled in a corner, looking wronged. They vividly remembered that after the noble guests left, they tried to snatch her two large steamed buns, but she beat them until their backs were sore and they cried out.
That's right, even with both legs broken, this person's hands were no less formidable when fighting. So many of them were beaten black and blue, unable to retaliate.
Moreover, this person was not only fierce towards adults but also didn't spare children, catching them and giving them a good scolding. The little girl who had previously said she would beat her to death had two of her front teeth knocked out.
After this battle, Qiao Ci became the undisputed leader among the beggar women. Every day, the money they begged for was pooled together to buy her fresh food.
Let alone Qiao Ci, even her little black dog ate well and slept in a clean and comfortable den. Truly, humans lived worse than dogs.
This made some beggars less enthusiastic about begging, as what they begged for wasn't necessarily theirs.
Now, her legs had miraculously recovered. Had she been faking it all along?
The more the beggars thought about it, the more their legs trembled. How would they get by in the future?
Qiao Ci was now sitting on a relatively clean soft couch. This couch was found by the beggars after they scoured the back doors of various households. There was no other way; their leader was a particular person and didn't like sleeping on the ground.
Seeing her walk with a gust of wind and exude a powerful aura, the beggars' expressions grew more desperate. Even without legs, she could subdue them; now that her legs were healed, wouldn't she have them completely under her thumb for the rest of their lives!?
Did they have any hope for their small lives?
Qiao Ci held a sachet thoughtfully in her hand. The sachet was embroidered with the words "Danqing."
The little black dog beside her barked, and the voice of Little Spoon sounded in her mind, "Host, isn't this the sachet Su Mo gave you in the first world?"
Qiao Ci's fingertips gently rubbed the two words, and she said faintly, "Mm."
Little Spoon no longer asked foolish questions like how she brought the sachet over. Why else? Because she was a boss!
"Little Spoon remembers the name of the young man who brought you medicine a few days ago was also Danqing…" Little Spoon slowly recalled, then suddenly exclaimed, "No way, Host! You always thought Su Mo was abnormal before. You don't think the previous Su Mo was the current Danqing, do you??"
Qiao Ci raised her eyebrows and smiled, but did not enlighten it.
Although the two crisscrossed scars on her face were slightly ferocious, they still possessed a kind of broken beauty with a magnificent and sharp aura.
The original host was not ugly. On the contrary, she was very beautiful, tall, and heroic. She had the perfect appearance according to the aesthetics of a matriarchal society. That's why Qiao Shan had scarred her face, fearing she might have some fortuitous encounters because of her looks.
Qiao Shan hadn't thought of killing her directly, but since she was a transmigrator from modern times, she didn't want to bear the burden of taking a life, especially that of her own protagonist. She felt a little reluctant.
"Host, you're all better now, where should we go first?" Although she had food, drink, and service here, Little Spoon still wanted to see the outside world.
If it were before, it could still urge and guide Qiao Ci to complete tasks, but now it didn't dare, nor was it necessary.
Trust the boss, and just lie down.
"Of course, to find Qiao Shan," Qiao Ci touched her face.