"There's more. According to what my stepmother told me, when I was little—only seven or eight months old, when I could barely crawl—she gave me a bowl of poisoned porridge. But I knocked it away with a wave of my hand."
"Then you really do have a knack for this sort of thing." The Emperor studied her in astonishment. "Could it be that you possess some strange ability like the Six-Fingered Demonic Zither?"
Su Qiao was speechless.
How does he still remember the Six-Fingered Demonic Zither?
That was a fictional character, for goodness' sake.
"Your Majesty, you're overthinking it. If I had that kind of ability, wouldn't I hurry up and find a powerful guqin, then go cultivate in some remote mountain forest?"
The Emperor smiled meaningfully.
Without some ability, she could never have written so many strange and bizarre stories, describing everything in such detail that they seemed almost real.
Without some ability, she could never have such excellent medical skills, knowing how to treat illnesses as well as use poison.
Without some ability, she could never have taken up a sword and killed her way in and out without even blinking.
This little girl was clearly hiding her abilities, simply unwilling to show off.
"Hehe, if you want to cultivate, then cultivate. Why go looking for some remote mountain forest? You could find a quiet estate here in the capital."
The Emperor was now a little worried that this girl might drag his son off to roam the martial world—or drag him off to cultivate in some remote mountain forest.
Xi Hanzhou, who had been smiling as he watched the two of them go back and forth, reached out and stroked Su Qiao's head. "Don't think about the past. You have me from now on."
Remembering the dangerous