I am four and a half years old, and I am the daughter of a villain and tyrant.

A large group of villagers had gathered outside the house to cheer in the rain. When they saw Qin Su and his party, they all cried with joy and knelt down in the mud pit, their eyes filled with hope and reverence.

The old man leading the way also stood in front of the villagers, covering his sleeves and wiping his tears from left to right, smiling very ugly.

Xiao Qiqi was awakened by the commotion, and at a glance he saw the old man with his mouth open and crying excitedly, as if his parents had died. He was a little interested in Wolong. According to him, he was Li Zheng from Qingshui Town, the name of the village in the afternoon. Came to report that a female body in a coffin appeared in Qingshui River. Cai Gou rushed here in a hurry and met Li Fang. Lu Zhu’s obsession had been resolved, his soul was gone, and his body was turned into ashes. He learned from Li Fang that he As an imperial envoy, he brought people to Du Rui's house with him.

Xiao Qiqi looked at the villagers who were about to receive an amnesty, and remembered what happened to Luzhu. Although Du Rui had solved the accomplices related to the matter, the indifference of the villagers in Luzhu's intention was clearly pushing her away step by step. Forced to hell, that cannibalistic feeling of powerlessness, Xiao Qiqi feels cold all over just thinking about it.

Luzhu died quietly in the village, and Du Rui disappeared without a trace. She was nothing more than unnecessary gossip or a sin when the villagers were bored. After working day and night, the monotonous village had a new substitute. Her changeable fate also gradually disappeared into the Qingshui River, becoming another piece of dust left behind.

The hot and humid rainstorm washed away the smell of rotten soil and the boiling voices of people, calling on the villagers to worship the princess's kindness. She looked at the villagers holding the mud rain and drinking heavily. She was unable to understand the joy of the sweetness. She looked at Ming Ming. In the vast sky, her breath seemed to be blocked. The suffering of all living beings and the decaying and yellowing villages made her understand the harshness of the world. This was both punishment and retribution.

She wants to change the world.

She said to Li Zheng and the villagers: "You don't need to be grateful to me, princess." She pointed in the direction of Qingshui River, "That is the source of evil and the beginning of your retribution."

Qin Su held a big umbrella and carried her across the dirt road towards the Qingshui River. The villagers followed behind in confusion.

When she walked to the coffin, she glanced at Qin Su, who put her down understandingly. Xiao Qiqi tilted the umbrella slightly, covering the coffin board with the utmost respect, and told its origins and the causes and consequences of Luzhu's encounter. It can also be considered as an explanation to the deceased.

Li Zheng and the villagers all bowed their heads and remained silent, as if they were in a trance in the wedding hall.

"You are all accomplices in Lu Zhu's death. She hates every one of you. You should kneel in front of her coffin to repent and atone."

There was pain in her childish voice. In this backward village, it was a mistake for the weak to live their lives.

She was as serious as an adult. The villagers, perhaps intimidated by her princess aura, or sincerely repented, knelt in a circle beside the coffin, and Li Zheng promised to give her a generous burial.

She let out a long breath and felt better for a moment. These villagers were not hopeless. In order to make them sensible, their thoughts must be enlightened and let them feel the new atmosphere of Dazhao.

After staying at Li Zheng's house for one day, the next day, she was invited to join the prefecture and went around to Hedong City again. However, this time the whole city cheered and the people of Hedong sang and danced, which made her miss the imperial capital.

That night, at the dinner party with the prefect, she had just finished eating and drinking. She was lying on the imperial chair, stroking her swollen belly to feel comfortable. The housekeeper presented a post with gold rouge and pink on it, and she saw the delicate hairpin on it. Flowers in regular script.

After reading it, Mr. Tongzhi’s eyes were filled with joy.

"Princess, Miss Yue Meng from Nanyuan heard that you are in Hedong City and invites you to come and listen to the play."

It was time to listen to the opera again, and Xiao Qiqi didn’t really want to go.