Her body had gone hungry for years, and even when she did eat, it was never anything good.
Only when she occasionally attended banquets like this could she have a proper meal.
"Hehe, such a great, great good person?"
After hearing him called a good person again and again, even he was beginning to doubt whether he really was one.
Ye Jinghua burst into laughter once more.
He glanced at the little hand rubbing her stomach. "Can you still eat?"
Afraid the roast chicken might be taken away, Su Qiao hurriedly nodded. "I can, I can. I won't waste it, so don't worry. Wasting food will bring down divine punishment."
"Oh? You even know about divine punishment?"
Ye Jinghua watched her leisurely, a meaningful look in his unfathomable eyes.
Was this little girl truly foolish? Or was she only pretending?
"It seems... my mother? Or my father? I don't remember. Anyway, someone told me that food mustn't be wasted."
Suddenly, it felt as though needles were stabbing into Su Qiao's mind. Her whole body shuddered, and her face paled noticeably.
Xiao Si, my head hurts so much. It feels like it's about to explode.
Host, Su Yue must have had He Zhou activate the gu in your head. That damned woman is absolutely vile.
What do we do now? Why don't you leave quickly? Let's go back and think of a way. If we're too late, I'm afraid they'll kill you outright.
Su Qiao endured the agonizing pain, yet became increasingly calm.
They won't. They want the Myriad Poison Gu Scripture, and they also want to use my blood to make a divine antidote. They won't let me die right away.
*If they really wanted me dead, they would have killed me long ago. Why drag it out for two