With one hand she heals, and the other hand she kills, the princess vows to rule the world!

Shu He grabbed Xiaoduo by the back of the collar and dragged her into the corridor, making her face away from the corpses.

His face was pale, perhaps from the cold or fear, and all the food he had brought with him fell to the ground.

Being pulled so suddenly, he looked at Shu He's gentle yet worried eyes in panic and fear.

However, no matter how gentle her eyes were, they couldn't stop the fear spreading in Xiaoduo's heart. "You, are you really the murderer?"

"Xiaoduo, don't be afraid. These people are bandits. I didn't kill them. It was the young man next door who saved Xiaoyi'er and me."

"next door?"

Xiaoduo gently wiped his sore eyes with trembling hands. His cold hands slapped his cheeks, and the coldness instantly rushed to his brain, bringing him back to consciousness.

"Yes, how could a woman like me have the ability to kill so many bandits? There was a young man with great martial arts skills living next door. He saved Xiao Yier and me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have appeared next door this morning."

"Really?" Xiaoduo was skeptical, but seeing her thin body and frail appearance, it seemed that she really couldn't do such a thing as killing people, let alone there were so many bandits.

At this time, Xiaoduo had completely forgotten how he was pulled off the ground just now.

"Then, then these corpses..."

"Isn't your general currently suppressing bandits? Just tell him about this, and he should send someone to deal with these corpses." Shu He smiled, trying to look softer to comfort Xiaoduo's frightened heart.

"That's right. I'll go home and tell the general right away." Perhaps the general can make another contribution with this!

Xiaoduo ran away after saying that, completely forgetting the purpose of his coming here.

Shu He laughed and sighed as he looked at the scattered food on the ground. "Looks like I'll have to find my own food."

They found a side room in the front yard. Xiao Yier was frightened and had severe internal injuries, so she was still unconscious. Shu He brought a stove from the backyard, lit a small fire, and boiled medicine. He held a curtain in front of the door to prevent poisoning.

Afterwards, she used the little rice left in the yard to cook some vegetable porridge.

Xiao Yier slept until almost nightfall before waking up.

"Mother, mother..." The dim light made her originally calm face look a little panicked.

Shu He ran over quickly and held the little baby in her arms. "Mom is here, Mom is here, Yi'er is not afraid."

Feeling the familiar warmth on her head, the fear on Xiao Yi'er's face slowly dissipated. "Mother, did Madam hit you again? Does it hurt?"

"Mom, don't be hurt. Yi'er, don't be afraid. From now on, no one will dare to hit us." Shu He's gentle voice surrounded Yi'er's head, soothing her emotions.

"Really? Yi'er won't be beaten anymore? Mother won't be beaten anymore?" She laughed, but her voice was weak.

Shu He hugged Xiao Yier, feeling heartbroken, distressed, and self-blaming. "Of course it's true!"

The corners of her mouth raised gently, and she patted Xiao Yi'er's shoulder with her right hand, her body swaying slightly. "Yi'er, mother will definitely protect you from now on! All the suffering you have endured over the years, mother will definitely heal it..."

At the same time, mother, I will definitely find those who made you suffer so much for you!

"Mom, Yier just had a dream. Yier dreamed of an immortal brother. Was it the immortal brother who saved us?" Little Yier raised her head, and her deep and sunken eyes were emitting an incomparably full and bright light.

Shu He felt sad. Touching her dry and yellow hair, she didn't know how to face her.

If she knew that she had a father, and that father was the "immortal" she mentioned, would she be very happy?

However, if this matter were really exposed, would that man really accept Xiao Yier?

If he knew that his daughter was the daughter of the once notorious, ugly woman who had drugged him with the love potion, would he still accept the existence of this daughter?

A pair of eyes as fierce and sinister as those of a tiger or wolf, full of anger and murderous intent, suddenly appeared in front of Shu He. She instantly felt like a thorn in her back, and completely stopped the thoughts that should not have arisen.

"Don't worry, Yi'er. From now on, even if there is no immortal brother, mother will protect you." Shu He put aside all the unnecessary thoughts and could only comfort her in this way.

The dim candlelight flickered in Yier's big eyes, revealing the disappointment in her heart. But then she smiled, "Well, Yier believes in mother. Mother is the best mother in the world!"

"Clap!"

A tear as big as a bean inadvertently overflowed from Shu He's sore eyes. How could her little Yi'er be so sensible and so pitiful?

Xiao Yier noticed the tears on the back of her hand and immediately looked up at Shu He worriedly, "Mom, why are you crying? Does it hurt somewhere? Yier, blow on it!"

Shu He sniffed, suppressing the sour feeling spreading in her heart, and smiled to comfort, "Mom, it's not painful. Mom, I'm just happy. Our Xiao Yi'er is amazing. She is really Mom's most caring little cotton-padded jacket!"

"whee."

Yi'er smiled brightly at her, stretched out her small, thin arms and tightly wrapped them around Shuhe's neck. She shook her little head gently and rubbed her ears and cheeks affectionately.

For the past thirty years, ever since her soul departed for another world, she hadn't missed a single day of fantasizing about reuniting with Yi'er. Her newborn child, before she could even hold or kiss her, was torn between the two worlds. Every quiet night, every happy family day, brought her yearning for little Yi'er to a peak. She hadn't expected their first conversation after her return to bring on such heartache and guilt.

For the first time, she realized that a pair of small arms could actually have such great strength! Just a slight tightening made her unable to breathe!

At this moment, her chest felt as if a volcano had suddenly exploded, erupting continuously, threatening to set her whole body ablaze! Yet, she was immersed in this inexplicable emotion, reveling in it.

So, is this the magical power of blood?

She hugged Xiao Yi'er tightly, but didn't dare to use too much force for fear of hurting her. Until her little head retracted, her nose kept sniffing, and a trace of doubt appeared on her face, "What is that? It smells so good."

Shu He wiped her tears, her eyes fell on the pot of vegetable porridge on the stove, then she smiled and put Xiao Yier down.

She filled a bowl of vegetable porridge, put it under her lips and blew gently, "Mom made vegetable porridge. Xiao Yi'er is sick, so this is all she can eat now. When Yi'er recovers, Mom will make her something delicious. Okay?"

Xiao Yier smiled, her sunken eyes filled with anticipation for the future and joy for the present.

In the small side room, the faint candlelight seemed to warm the whole world.

On the other side of the bluestone wall, Uncle Zhang noticed that Nanqi, who was standing on the treetop, seemed to have two drops of crystal water hanging on his cheeks. He was extremely confused and asked, "Nanqi, what's wrong with you?"

Nanqi turned his head and hid his face. "It's okay. The wind was too strong and the snow blinded me."

He jumped down from the tree, walked to Baili Moqing who was sitting quietly in the courtyard, and said softly, "Master, although she killed someone, she is a good mother."

Uncle Zhang came over with a bowl of hot porridge. At this time, Nanqi lowered his head and walked past him without saying a word.

"What happened to Nanqi? He went out this afternoon and he seemed a little off after coming back."

Zhang Bo had met other guards before, but he liked Nanqi's personality the most. With him around, the master's side felt less dull. But why did the usually lively Nanqi seem so chilled out now?

Baili Moqing took the bowl from Zhang Bo and the warm porridge went down his throat, instantly warming his body. But why didn't it taste as fragrant as it smelled?

"Uncle Zhang, tomorrow, please send some food to the mother and daughter next door."

Uncle Zhang was stunned, "But, that woman seems..." A murderer!

Baili Moqing looked up at him with a faint smile on his face, "Nothing, he's just a poor man."

Uncle Zhang nodded, thinking it made sense. "Okay, I see."

After Uncle Zhang left, he took another sip of porridge, but it suddenly felt bland, so he put it on the table next to him. A breeze blew through the cold air, carrying a faint, fresh fragrance.