The little princess was torn, and the demon emperor patched her up

Chapter 141 Peddler, Let's Go Home
The old woman sighed heavily, "They were originally children of our neighbors, but an evil spirit came into play and a pig demon ate their parents. I felt sorry for them, so I adopted them..."

As they were talking, the children got into an argument for some reason, and a little boy suddenly started crying, "You are bullying me! I want my mother, I want to find my mother! Woo woo woo, I miss my mother!"

Another little girl who was pushed to the ground by him climbed up tremblingly. Her palms were rubbed and bleeding but she didn't cry. She looked down and saw the mud on her skirt, but she couldn't help sobbing: "This is the last flowery skirt that my mother sewed for me. You have to compensate me for the skirt, you have to compensate me for the skirt!"

A palace maid came over and whispered to Xiao Nanjia, "The little boy was playing tricks when playing the game of Drop the Handkerchief. When the little girl pointed it out, he pushed her. It's common for children to fight. It's not a big deal."

The stall was filled with the aroma of glutinous rice cakes.

It’s the smell of New Year’s fireworks.

But for these children, thanks to the pig demon, they will never be reunited with their parents for the rest of their lives.

If I feel wronged and want to throw myself into my mother's arms and act coquettishly and complain, I'm afraid that's not possible.

Xiao Nanjia didn't say anything, but just signaled Lu Yu'an with his eyes to quietly put a silver ingot on the stall.

She glanced at the dazed Xiao Baojing with her peripheral vision before turning around and getting on the carriage.

Xiao Baojing was holding a bunch of persimmons.

She grew up in an orphanage and she knows how hard it is to live in this world without the care of parents.

She returned to the carriage with a heavy heart, and she and Xiao Nanjia sat in silence all the way back to the palace.

When the carriage drove into the palace, Xiao Baojing rubbed his handkerchief and looked at Xiao Nanjia who was staring out the window intently. He opened his mouth but could not say anything.

After hesitating for a while, she finally made up her mind: "I know that the old woman selling rice cakes and those children were all invited by you to perform for me."

Xiao Nanjia remained silent.

Xiao Baojing continued, "I admit that there are many evil spirits and monsters who are crazy and do evil things, but are there no bad people among humans? Even saints say that 'man is evil by nature'. Why can you tolerate bad people but not spirits and monsters? Isn't it unfair to kill them all at once like Wanshoutai did? I think a true king should be like a sea that accommodates all rivers, not a tyrant who selects his subjects."

"In times of chaos, violence is countered with violence, not benevolence." Xiao Nanjia retorted, his brows seemed to be covered with a layer of frost and snow. "In today's world, all countries are at war and demons are rampant. If the king's methods are not strong enough, then his country will soon be annexed by other countries or demons. Little monster, don't be naive. Born in a chaotic era, no one will give you time to slowly implement the so-called 'benevolent government'."

Xiao Baojing looked at her.

The girl is beautiful but determined, and no one in the world can change her will. She is like an unsheathed, invincible sword, ready to follow her own principles to overturn this chaotic world and carve out a path of her own.

She took a deep breath and said seriously, "If I tell you what the peddler is going to do, can you give me a promise?"

"What promise do you want?"

"Don't kill the monsters and ghosts..."

Xiao Baojing's voice was low and he lacked confidence.

From birth to now, she actually doesn't have much.

I have been in an orphanage as far as I can remember. I have never traveled around the world like the kids on the Internet. I have never worn expensive skirts or leather shoes. I would be happy for a long time if I bought a pair of high-quality pants for ten dollars.

She lived in that small county town. The longest distance she had ever taken on public transportation was the bus that ran through the north and south of the county town. Her greatest joy was learning to sing opera with the director's grandmother after school.

There was a locust tree planted in front of the orphanage. She passed by the tree every day with her schoolbag and watched the sunrise and sunset for eighteen years.

Life is actually very boring.

But it feels good to see the sun.

If the sun disappeared...

The world will fall into complete darkness, and millions of ordinary people like her will soon die of cold and hunger.

In such an extreme eternal night, weak spirits, monsters and ghosts cannot survive.

Jun Bao Festival, little firecrackers, little brush boy...

They will all die after the sun disappears. The carriage slowly stops.

Lu Yu'an's voice rang out from outside: "Your Majesty, we have arrived at the Qinzheng Palace."

Xiao Nanjia stood still, staring at Xiao Baojing: "I promise you, I will not massacre monsters and ghosts like I did at Wanshoutai - except for those extremely vicious people who have killed countless people."

Xiao Baojing was grateful for her compromise.

She wanted to tell her the peddler's plan, but the words were too hard to bring out.

It seemed that saying it out loud would be a betrayal to the peddler.

Xiao Nanjia waited for a long time but she didn't say anything, so he stepped out of the carriage with a cold face.

At the moment when the curtain was about to fall, Xiao Baojing finally said in a hoarse voice: "Swallow the Sun."

Xiao Nanjia turned his back to the car door and paused.

The car curtain dropped down, blocking Xiao Baojing's view of her.

She gazed at the drooping navy blue brocade curtains, woven with colorful swastika patterns, intricate and gorgeous, just like this strange, cruel, yet slightly gentle world.

All the memories of the journey with the peddler seemed to flash before my eyes.

She closed her eyes and whispered, "He wants to...swallow the sun."

...

Xiao Baojing didn't know how Xiao Nanjia planned to stop the peddler from swallowing the sun.

She said goodbye to Xiao Yulou, put Yaoyao into the walnut carving, and came to him carrying the peddler's basket.

Eight horses pulled the land where the peddler was sleeping and were about to board the cloud boat and head north.

Lu Yu'an came over with a bundle to see her off: "I heard that the north of the Demonic Wall is a land of eternal night, where countless powerful monsters and demons live. I don't know how I can help Miss Xiao. Here is the mink coat and some cakes and dry food I prepared. I hope it can help you."

Xiao Baojing secretly thought that Xiao Nanjia was not a very good person, but Mr. Lu beside her was quite good.

She took the bag, thanked Lu Yu'an, and waved her hand: "I'm leaving now, Mr. Lu, please don't see me off."

The horse pulled the cart and slowly boarded the cloud boat.

Xiao Baojing lay on the side of the boat, watching Lu Yu'an gradually getting smaller and smaller below him, and gradually blending into the city of Yejing.

It was not until the majestic and huge city of Yejing turned into a black dot in her sight that she slowly withdrew her gaze.

The cloud boat travels above the clouds and can reach distances of several miles in an instant.

Xiao Baojing squatted beside Shang Bingjiu with his face in his hands. One of his braids hung loosely and crookedly in front of his chest. The hem of his orange skirt spread out over the hem of his dark blue robe, like a bunch of orange flowers held up high.

The young man was sleeping soundly, his eyes were crooked like a fox, and he looked completely heartless.

"Peddler, let's go home."

She whispered softly in his ear.

White clouds passed under the cloud boat.

Xiao Baojing suddenly felt some anticipation.

The place she and the peddler were going to was the hometown where they grew up together.

(End of this chapter)