"I know!"

Cao Ran sneered, took a step back, and said sternly: "I hope you know what you are doing."

He flicked his sleeves, turned around, and angrily wanted to go down the mountain.

"Stop!" Xia Chengan roared angrily, "Today, we are here to worship Xian'er. If you destroy the incense candles, you must rearrange them yourself."

Cao Ran glanced at it, ignored it, and continued to move forward.

The surrounding soldiers immediately gathered around Cao Ran and pulled out half of the sword from his waist with a "crack" sound.

The atmosphere was tense for a moment.

"What do you want to do?"

"Relight the candle and light the incense."

"She's not dead, so there's no need."

"Do it again!"

"..."

Their eyes met, and there was an unprecedented dignity and confrontation in their eyes.

No one can convince anyone, and no one can give in. The atmosphere is like a bowstring that has been fully drawn, and is either about to explode or the string will collapse and the bow will be destroyed.

At the critical moment, from behind the stone in the distance, a girl's sweet oriole-like laughter came out, "Hehehe, it's really interesting."

"Who is it?" Xia Chengan asked.

The condensed atmosphere suddenly broke away, and the soldiers turned their swords and rushed towards the place where the sound originated.

From behind the big rock, a girl in a pink dress flashed out, followed by a little girl with a more childish face.

She stepped forward alone, the sun shone on her body, and the thousands of dark greens behind her made her figure even more dazzling.

"It's you!" Xia Changan's eyes were deep, "Are you eavesdropping on our conversation?"

Xia Qianqian took a few steps forward, stopped, smiled slightly and said: "I came to the top of the mountain for a walk. You guys are so loud, why do you still need to eavesdrop?"

This girl has no scruples when speaking.

It really makes people feel angry, but they have nowhere to vent.

"Since you know the right and wrong of this place, why do you still come here?" Xia Chengan asked with deep eyes.

"I want to leave too."

Xia Qianqian straightened her sleeves, raised her chin slightly, and said calmly: "But I heard you two burning incense and sending paper here. I live a good life, but someone burned paper in advance. What do you think? Something’s wrong.”

She solemnly said: "So, I am here to remind Mr. Hou. If you are afraid that no one will burn the money after your death, you can burn a little for yourself. No one dares to stop me. Mr. Hou doesn't need to worry about my share."< /p>

"Bold!" Before Xia Chengan could speak, a guard couldn't stand it and shouted to stop.

"You are so bold." Xia Qianqian laughed without anger, looking at the tip of the sword pointed at her heart with a smile, "I am the head of Qianqian County, the future virtuous princess. Or..."

She looked at Xia Cheng'an and said word by word: "The daughter of your Marquis, eighteen years ago, was personally ordered by the Marquis to shoot and kill his legitimate daughter Xia Xiantong here."

Huh?

This...

This news was so explosive that everyone felt as if they had been struck by lightning.

The soldier's hand shook, and the sword almost came out.

Many soldiers looked at each other, and they all saw panic in each other's eyes, and finally turned their attention to the Marquis.

Xia Chengan's face was ashen, and his heart was filled with thousands of emotions.

He stood there blankly, looking at the girl in front of him, and his thoughts suddenly returned to eighteen years ago.

The pink baby was held high by the robbers, who threatened arrogantly: "As long as you step back and let us go, we can spare her life."

They are robbers, traitors, and desperadoes who kill without blood.

How can you believe their words?

As the saying goes, if you let the tiger go back to the mountain, there will be endless troubles.

The new emperor has ascended the throne not long ago, and everything is waiting to be done. If these people cannot be wiped out in one fell swoop, they will cause endless trouble in the future.

By then, the soldiers will shed blood and sacrifice, and the people will suffer in countless ways.

No one knows how many times he weighed the pros and cons in his mind when he ordered the shooting.

"You are not my daughter." He stared at her, his eyes full of sadness, "How can a baby in swaddling clothes survive when he is hit by an arrow and falls into the rolling Fu'an River?"

"Of course she can't live alone." Xia Qianqian continued: "What if she meets Mr. Ethereal?"

"Young Master Ethereal?"

"Yes!" Xia Qianqian told the truth, "My father, Xia Chi, is known to the world as Young Master Kongling."

"How could it be him? Hasn't he been missing for many years? He..." Xia Chengan, who has always been calm, was a little incoherent.

"He didn't disappear, but he went into hiding and saved me by the way."

Xia Qianqian looked at Xia Chengan, "Actually, I don't blame you."

She sighed lowly, "A tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds. You stand in front of the battle and order your own bones and blood to be shot. That kind of feeling is very bearable.

"After so many years and countless midnight dreams, you must have been tossing and turning, sad and missing me."

"If the baby girl died back then, even if you feel ashamed, just keep it in your heart. Now that she is still alive, how should the dignified Marquis Pingyang explain the original scene to her?"

"I did nothing wrong!"

Xia Chengan was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and his hair was furious. "The situation forced me to shoot you. It was the best choice for Daqian Country and for you."

"Okay," Xia Qianqian stared at the other person and said calmly: "I forgive you."

"You..." She actually said forgiveness so calmly.

Her choices and reactions are always beyond his expectation.

"I said, I forgive you." The girl's voice floated in the air, echoing in everyone's ears.

The afternoon sun shines on people's faces, and the sun is like fire, making people's skin feel a little bit burnt.

Xia Chengan's face was red from the sun.

The rest of the people looked confused, with a trace of confusion in their eyes.

"Sheath the sword!"

Xia Qianqian's kingly eyes stared at the tip of the sword against her chest, and she said mockingly: "Eighteen years ago, you shot me with an arrow. Is it possible that eighteen years later, you are still hurting me with your sword?"

Cao Ran, who had been silent all this time, suddenly came to his senses. In ecstasy, his face seemed to bloom like a flower, and he opened a big smile, "Quick, put the sword away, I haven't seen my young lady yet."

"Wow!" The sword in his hand was put into its scabbard, and everyone looked at Xia Chengan, waiting for his instructions.

Xia Chengan stood there, staring blankly, without saying a word.

Xia Qianqian raised her chin slightly and glanced at her, "Don't think that just because I said I forgive you, you want me to call you daddy."

"You...why do you think I want to recognize you?" He asked reluctantly.

"If you don't want to recognize me, why did you lead me to Qingshan?" Xia Qianqian explained slowly: "A group of you secretly went up the mountain, how could you be discovered?"

She glanced at the many guards and said, "These are your secret guards. Their skills are as good as the breeze. I just hid behind the big rock for half a day. How could they not notice it?"

"If you want to recognize me, but you can't hide your face, then let me pierce this layer of window paper." She was like a little adult, with a lot of troubles in her heart and great righteousness in her chest.

This rare tragedy happened to her, and for her, there seemed to be no pain at all.
Chapter completed!