Su Qiao raised a brow, her eyes brimming with amusement. "You should know that best, shouldn't you?"
"Da Jin? It was just scared stiff by my bombs."
"That night, five thousand elite soldiers were bombed by two baskets of my explosives. In less than half an hour, only three or four hundred battered survivors were left."
As she spoke, Su Qiao sighed.
"Ah, look at you. I was living perfectly well in that Small Mountain Village, with my husband and child beside the warm brick bed. If you hadn't come looking for trouble, would any of this have happened?"
"Perhaps your Sheng Family really could have made it."
Su Qiao shook her head, her face full of regret. "Sigh, this is what they mean by bringing disaster upon yourself and finding no way to live."
'Pfft, pfft, pfft.'
This time, Prime Minister Sheng, who was standing before Sheng Ling, began vomiting blood again, and the two of them fainted one after another.
"Forget it, forget it. I'll let you off. You won't live much longer anyway."
They had both fainted, so there was no fun left. Su Qiao decided to be generous and spare them this once.
After leaving the prison, Su Qiao followed General Wang with bouncing steps as he confiscated the Sheng Family's possessions, then slipped away with a Small Wooden Box in her arms.
When they returned to Xiangcheng, the whole family was delighted to hear the news.
"Can we really go home now?"
Although the courtyard was large, everyone here was unfamiliar to him, and Old Man Liu still felt somewhat unaccustomed.
As for Little Yue'er, his thoughts were still on the little rabbits at home. He wondered whether they had gone hungry, whether they had run off to find food on their own, and so