The old woman's cloudy eyes were rimmed with red, tears glimmering in them as she looked at Su Qiao with pleading hope.
"Miss Xiao Qiao, please show some mercy and help this child. Even if I go before King Yama, I will remember this great kindness of yours."
She looked reluctantly at her grandson, whose face was flushed from crying, and sighed softly. "This child... has such a hard life, to have encountered disasters like these..."
Su Qiao was caught between both sides. She glanced back at Zhao Jingting and Uncle Ya, and when she saw that neither objected, she finally nodded. "All right. I'll take him in."
"Thank you, thank you for your great kindness. You truly have the heart of a bodhisattva. In my next life, I'll work like an ox or horse to repay you."
The old woman was so agitated that she tried to crawl up and kowtow to Su Qiao, but in the end, she lacked the strength.
"Qingyang, hurry. Why aren't you kowtowing to your sister?"
Qingyang's eyes were red, but he obediently began kowtowing. "Sister, Qingyang kowtows to you. Please, please save my Wet Nurse!"
"Please, I beg you. As long as you can save my Wet Nurse, I'll do anything you ask from now on. I can do lots of work. I can dig for wild vegetables, farm the land, water the crops—I can do anything that needs doing."
"Get up."
Su Qiao reached out and pulled him to his feet, her expression solemn. "Your Wet Nurse is gravely ill. She's in pain every day. Qingyang, can you bear to let your Wet Nurse suffer like this every day?"
The old woman's body was already beyond saving. The fact that she had held on until now was probably because she could not