Pian Fangfang

Meng Qianqian, at the age of 15, married into the Lu Family to bring joy to the elderly matriarch.

On the wedding night, urgent news arrived from the border that her husband had been commanded to go to war. Six months later, he tragically died at the hands of Beiliang soldiers.

Five years later, the husband who had been presumed dead returned, and by his side was an ethereal mute woman named Wan'er.

Lu Lingxiao said that Wan'er was the descendant of a loyal and righteous family, entirely different from her—a merchant girl reeking of copper coins. He claimed Wan'er was a true paragon of noble character.

Lu Lingxiao also said that Wan'er was an eagle soaring in the heavens, while someone like her was nothing more than a fragile flower, unworthy of comparison.

It was not until the land was broken, the city walls fell, and she wielded a Red Tassel Spear to crush countless soldiers that Lu Lingxiao realized he had misjudged her.

She was not a delicate flower confined within the depths of the mansion; she was the fiercest west wind of Yumen Pass.

Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Quickly tying the sack tightly with a rope, Meng Qianqian dusted off her hands indifferently: "I warned you, taking one more step forward, you'll regret it. But you just wouldn't listen!"


Bai Yuwei wiped the sweat off her forehead and took a long breath: "So exhausting!"


In all her years of living, it was the first time Bai Yuwei realized crying could be such a workout.


Meng Qianqian curled her lips into a smile: "Thanks for your hard work, little sister."


Bai Yuwei snorted: "You can't accomplish anything on your own. Always need to rely on me for everything!"


Meng Qianqian didn't hold back her praise: "Exactly! Without my dear cousin, I could've never caught this fellow. All the credit goes to you."


Bai Yuwei liked hearing this kind of talk.


Grandfather always said she was immature, but look—what would this household do without her?


At their feet, Xun Yu, tightly curled up and struggling inside the sack, upon hearing all this, suddenly had clarity.


Chapter 293: A Beating for Xun Yu