A peasant girl travels through time with a hospital, rising to become an empress.

This matter originated from Pearl's family, and Liu Xiong was already somewhat uncomfortable about it. However, seeing her crying so sadly, he couldn't bear it and pulled her into his arms. "Pearl, don't cry. You didn't want this to happen either. It's my fault for being useless and incompetent, which is why they keep bullying our Liu family."

If he were as capable as Li Rong, Huang Xiuxiu would never have dared to make a move on his sister.

Huang Zhenzhu cried even more bitterly. Since childhood, her mother had always favored her older sister. After her younger brother was born, she doted on him even more. Huang Zhenzhu, being in the middle, was the least favored one.

If her mother cared for her, she wouldn't have made things difficult for Liu Xiong when they were building the house last time. If her sister cared for her, she wouldn't have led people to kidnap her this time, putting her in an unjust position.

She is a member of the Huang family, but no one in the Huang family cares about her. Even family members will fawn over the powerful and belittle the weak.

She married Liu Xiong, but she didn't have a particularly happy life. However, whenever there was porridge at home, he would let her eat the rice while he drank the soup. It was this simple and honest man who gave her the care she had never experienced before.

"Waaaaaah..."

At this moment, Huang Zhenzhu seemed to want to cry out all the grievances she had held for so many years. "I will repay the debt of gratitude for being born and raised. Apart from that, I, Huang Zhenzhu, will never have any further connection with the Huang family."

Huang Zhenzhu cried so hard she almost choked. Liu Xiong carried her into the inner room and comforted her.

Every family has its own troubles, and what happened in the little house was a microcosm of many families' lives. Jiang Botao and Jiang Wenxuan were both moved, and they became more emotional as they drank.

He was a seasoned businessman, so his alcohol tolerance was extraordinary. He drank glass after glass, and his face was already turning red. But she noticed that Nie Qianqian remained expressionless, only her eyes became even brighter. Her alcohol tolerance was probably bottomless.

Nie Qianqian's martial arts skills strengthen her body and improve her physique, so her ability to metabolize and digest alcohol is naturally stronger than that of ordinary people. Few people could outdrink her. She doesn't blush when she drinks, and although she is slightly tipsy, her mind is clear.

Jiang Botao doesn't nitpick over words; he's traveled extensively and is very knowledgeable, making him quite interesting. Nie Qianqian, on the other hand, has memories of her past life and her thoughts are often unpredictable, so the two of them get along very well.

Gradually, Jiang Botao drank too much and raised his glass to Nie Qianqian, saying, "Niangzi Nie."

Nie Qianqian: "Just call me Qianqian."

Jiang Botao raised his glass and said in a hearty manner, "Qianqian, it's a pity we didn't meet sooner! It's a pity we didn't meet sooner! We get along very well. From now on, don't call me Master Jiang, just call me Brother Jiang!"

Jiang Wenxuan: "..."

Gu Xiao: "..."

Jiang Wenxuan: I call Nie Qianqian sister-in-law, and you call Nie Qianqian younger sister?

Jiang Wenxuan looked miserable. "How do you put me when you call me that?"

Seeing Jiang Wenxuan's expression, Nie Qianqian smiled and winked playfully at Gu Xiao, replying, "No problem, Brother Jiang!"

Jiang Botao was feeling sleepy and his eyelids were drooping. Nie Qianqian said to Jiang Wenxuan leisurely, "Nephew, help my elder brother back to the inner room to rest for a while."

Jiang Wenxuan was on the verge of tears. "I treated you like a sister-in-law, but you treated me like a nephew."

Jiang Wenxuan was fuming, muttering, "Bullying people, bullying people." As he muttered, he helped Jiang Botao into the house.

Liu Yan took the exhausted Tuantuan and Tiedan out to sleep.

The table, which was originally full of people, is now empty except for Gu Xiao and Nie Qianqian, the only two people who are awake.

Gu Xiao didn't eat much or drink any alcohol; he just quietly watched Nie Qianqian and listened to her speak.

Seeing that Gu Xiao hadn't touched the food in his bowl and remained silent, Nie Qianqian waved her fair hand in front of him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Gu Xiao's gaze at Nie Qianqian grew even more intense.

What was he thinking about?

He wondered if the Jiang family father and son hadn't appeared today, whether he could have stopped Steward Zhou from doing evil and protected Nie Qianqian with his own words.

In his youth, he held a supreme position and was renowned for his talent. He was arrogant and regarded money and power as dirt. He disdained others' scheming and pursuit of fame and fortune and was unmoved by the positions that others desired.

The old chief priest commented on him: "Though born into an imperial family, his heart remains in the tranquil breeze and bright moonlight."

But everything that happened today made him realize the importance of money.

When petty people hold power, they use it to oppress others and inflict heavy humiliation. The greater the power, the more it should be held by people of high moral character.

The power and position he once disdained were actually his means of protecting his family.

Leaving aside supreme power, even if he had already passed the imperial examination and obtained the title of Xiucai, he wouldn't have to kneel before the county magistrate. Before Zhou the steward could bully others, he would have to consider whether he could offend someone with the title of Xiucai.

Gu Xiao smiled faintly, a hint of self-deprecation in his smile. "It's nothing, just a reflection on how one's perspective changes with circumstances. A person's view of things can change."

Nie Qianqian: "Of course it will change."

"Viewed from the side, it's a range of peaks; viewed from the front, it's a single peak. The view varies depending on distance, height, and distance. We cannot see the true face of Mount Lu because we are in the mountain ourselves."

Nie Qianqian twirled a small wine glass in her hand, and as she spoke, she tilted her head back and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Gu Xiao paused as he listened to Nie Qianqian recite the poem, and murmured, "You can't see the true face of Mount Lu because you are in the mountain itself."

It turns out that he was in a position of power and had not personally witnessed or experienced many things, so he could not fully understand them.

In my youth, I boasted of my talent, believing myself to be learned in both ancient and modern times and to understand all the principles of the world. Now, I realize that this was nothing but shallowness.

"Qianqian, I didn't expect you to write such excellent poems."

Nie Qianqian waved her hand, "I dare not accept such praise. I just overheard someone making it at a teahouse."

Gu Xiao smiled without saying a word. At this moment, he also wanted to have a drink. Just as Gu Xiao reached out his hand, Nie Qianqian gently tapped him with her finger. "Your injuries have not healed, so you can't drink alcohol. Have a piece of candy instead."

The tone was a mix of reproach and coaxing, as if she were talking to Tuantuan.

Gu Xiao didn't drink the wine, but his ears turned red.

Gu Xiao lowered his eyes slightly: "Okay, if you say you won't drink, then you won't drink."

Nie Qianqian looked at Gu Xiao, then suddenly reached out and gently patted his head twice, nodding slowly to show that he was being a good boy.

Nie Qianqian: "You're going to Jishetang to have your stitches removed tomorrow, right? Rest more today, you should go and get some sleep too."

Nie Qianqian helped Gu Xiao back to the inner room. Gu Xiao lay diagonally on the bed, watching the afterglow of the setting sun spill down from the window as the sun slowly sank.

He hadn't fought back before, and no one believed him, which led him to this point. Now, he was going to fight back.