"Actually, I'm not very clear on what happened back then, either.
All I can tell you for now is that my mother's identity was connected to the capital. She used to be a Great General."
When Su Qiao returned today, she visited the Small Wooden House where she and her mother had once lived.
She found two military texts, a sword, and a medicinal solution that could remove the yellowish-black liquid from her face.
"G-Great General?"
Old Man Liu nearly dropped his jaw.
"The capital?"
Qi Jinghe's thoughts, however, lingered on the words "the capital."
Since she was connected to that place, her enemies were probably no ordinary people.
Qi Jinghe's heart sank.
Su Qiao glanced at him. "My mother was mistaken back then. It wasn't enough for me to resign myself to an ordinary life and think everything would be fine."
Su Qiao felt somewhat regretful.
If her mother had strictly trained her from childhood and gathered a few more orphans to hide in the mountains and train as secret guards, she wouldn't be so helpless now.
Her gaze fell on the father and son across from her, and Su Qiao sighed again before saying helplessly,
"She shouldn't have dragged you into this back then. Without me, the most you would have suffered was a harder life. Your lives wouldn't have been in danger."
Now she didn't have a single person under her command, and the old and young members of her family had no ability to protect themselves.
No matter how capable she was, there were still times when she might overlook something.
Su Qiao lowered her head and wiped Little Yue'er's slightly dirty face. Determination flashed in her eyes.
"Forget it. You don't need to worry about these things. I'll handle them."
"Your face...?"
Qi Jinghe's gaze