5371

Chapter 5371: My Heart Aches for You All

She instantly saw the few figures in the courtyard, their dark, glistening eyes blinking, as they all turned in unison to look at her.

Qiao Qiao's Lotus, along with the "Rotten Peach Blossom" (Feng Chen) and Holy Son Mi Yan, stood side by side. All traces of their dashing handsomeness and elegant charm were gone; what Qiao Qiao saw before her were three beggars with faces blackened like soot... At first glance, their entire faces were pitch black, their long hair dishevelled and messy behind them, looking utterly desolate, tragic, and pitiful.

Behind them, a scattered group lay sprawling on the ground, each lamenting and wailing, pounding the heavens and the earth. Poor little hidden guards, who were originally handsome young men, now all sported matching beggar outfits.

The little Crown Princess stood stunned at the doorway for a long moment, then suddenly, quite inhumanely, pointed at them and burst into "hahahahaha" laughter.

Empress Bai, Wei Ziqin, and the others, who had been silently enduring, upon hearing her laughter, could no longer hold it in and burst out laughing themselves with a "pfft."

Princess Wushuang and Qi Xuanxuan even squatted down on the ground, laughing. Lady Qiao Qiao, holding her baby with one hand and laughing heartily, pulled out an image jade talisman from her inner space with the other. She waved it into the air, silently recording the scene.

Mo Lian's lips twitched. This fellow had always known his wife was mischievous, but he had never experienced her being this mischievously effective.

Before he could quickly step forward, he saw a "ball" roll past him, crying and wailing as it grabbed Qiao Qiao's hem, howling with indignation, "Qiao Qiao! You've finally finished leveling up!"

Qi Xuanxuan watched the approaching figure roll over, immediately doubled over in laughter, slapping her thigh and roaring with mirth, "Little Fatty, what happened to you?! Hahahaha, haha."

Oh my god, Little Fatty had always been fair and plump, like a sticky rice dumpling. Who would have thought that after three days and three nights of the Heavenly Dao's brutal and indiscriminate bombardment, Little Fatty had turned into a charred, large dumpling.

Hahahahaha!

"Wife, can you please stop laughing?" Little Fatty Kou Hongwen looked plaintively at Qi Xuanxuan, who was still laughing wildly with schadenfreude, slapping her thigh. The fellow scrambled up from the ground, raked a hand through his sooty hair, and watched as dust and grime fell off, looking as if he had rolled around in dirt, kicking up clouds of dust...

The background noise suddenly became the rising and falling "hahahahaha" of the women.

Mo Lian rushed forward, his blackened face covered with a wronged expression.

"Qiao Qiao!" He had been incredibly unlucky these past three days. This Heavenly Dao was like a madman; one-third of the thunderfire on the field was entirely aimed at him, the "Rotten Peach Blossom," and Mi Yan. Was there ever anything so unfair? Their reaching this realm was also due to a lifetime of hard work; why was the Heavenly Dao so displeased?

Qiao Mu, holding her baby, looked at Qiao Qiao's Lotus with a face full of sympathy. Everyone saw her beckon to Mo Lian with a little finger, and Crown Prince Mo, with a curious expression, leaned closer.

Qiao Qiao extended one hand, patting the Crown Prince's head, and laughed sympathetically, "My heart truly aches for you all."

Seriously, if your heart aches, why are you still laughing?

By nightfall, the citizens of the imperial capital, who were at the center of the gossip, finally learned the whole story.

The little imperial grandson of the East Palace was born with extraordinary talent, attracting retaliation from the Heavenly Dao. The thunderfire tribulation struck from the fifth day to the eighth day of the New Year. However, everyone knew that the little imperial grandson was perfectly fine; the ones who suffered were his father and his mother's unlucky group of relatives, pfft...