Brother, We'll Take the Preemptive Strike!

Gu Nuo'er was carrying a basket of little frogs.

They were croaking along the way.

Gu Zixiao followed beside his sister and watched as the child walked towards the remote palace path.

He couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Nuo'er, where are we going?"

Gu Nuo'er turned her head and smiled, revealing her white teeth. Her bright and lively eyes were sparkling.

"Brother, there's a strategy in the art of war called 'preemptive strike'. I'm off to scare Gu Rao first!"

She raised the small basket and shook it gently.

Then, Gu Nuo'er remembered.

This older brother of hers had been on the battlefield since he was young.

He had trained himself to be as firm and upright as a copper wall.

When doing such bad things, she should drag her second brother along.

It didn't seem good to let Eldest Brother follow her…

Just as Gu Nuo'er was hesitating if she should let Gu Zixiao go back first…