I think this is an excellent idea.
At those words, 444 immediately became eager to try it.
That would be perfect. By then, he would be relying on you to survive. You could treat him however you wanted—ideally, just take him as a male concubine or something.
As long as you didn't kill him, anything would be fine. After all, he had spared you in the end. He hadn't really poisoned you to death and had even sent you to the south.
After issuing the Imperial Decree for her execution, the man had pulled off a switcheroo and secretly sent her to the south.
Su Qiao didn't know why he had done this. Perhaps he still had some conscience left and felt a little guilty?
"He didn't poison me to death, but the original host was still killed by someone after he left."
One of the original host's wishes was to find the person who had killed her and avenge herself.
"And don't forget that the original host's other wish was to kill Jin Moli and avenge her family."
Jin Moli?
Su Qiao suddenly realized something. She hugged the quilt and sat up.
No!
That name was wrong!
Then what should they do? 444 began to get a headache too.
They couldn't really kill him, could they?
That was her man—her beloved man.
"Idiot!"
After figuring out exactly what was wrong, Su Qiao felt completely relieved and simply stopped sleeping.
She picked up a white undergarment from the side and put it on, then wrapped herself in the quilt and sat cross-legged on the bed.
How was I an idiot?
The host kept putting it down at every turn. Wasn't that bullying poor Doggo too much?
Su Qiao raised her brows and reminded him, "The name is wrong!"
Her mind