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There was only Qiaoqiao in the sedan chair.

She was small in stature, yet dressed in elaborate clothing and adorned with heavy head ornaments that weighed her down, sitting there looking dejected.

Ah Ning wanted to comfort her, but was afraid of being overheard by people outside, so she could only step forward and reach out to support the heavy headdress, helping Qiao Qiao to share some of the burden.

Almost at the same time, Qiaoqiao felt the weight on her head lighten, her eyes immediately lit up, and she asked softly:

"Ah Ning, is that you?"

dong dong.

She was met with two knocks.

This was the code they set yesterday.

Qiaoqiao was overjoyed, but looked around and couldn't see Aning anywhere.

Just then, Su Xiaoyin lifted the curtain, her eyes red and swollen from crying because she was worried about her daughter.

"Qiaoqiao, we're about to set off. Are you... scared?"

Aning obediently squatted in the corner, watching her curiously.

In my memory, my aunt was always fierce and menacing; she was mean to her and to my mother as well.

Unexpectedly, she became as gentle as a mother when she was with Qiaoqiao...

Qiaoqiao sniffed, stepped forward and gave her a big hug. "Mom, Qiaoqiao isn't scared at all, Mom, don't cry."

Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoyin's eyes turned even redder.

When the news came that the Imperial Advisor had chosen Qiaoqiao as a sacrifice, she cried day and night, begging Huo Ting for advice on how to save Qiaoqiao's life. That's how she came up with the idea of ​​having that vile woman Qiao Wan die in Qiaoqiao's place.

But that damned girl somehow won the old lady's favor!

Su Xiaoyin hugged her daughter tightly, a sinister glint flashing in her eyes, and secretly made a vow in her heart.

Once the sacrificial ceremony is over, she will make Qiao Wan and her cunning daughter pay for their crimes in blood!

Ah Ning obediently squatted in the corner, gently stroking the bright red tuft of hair on the silly boy's head.

The silly boy's little head was repeatedly pulled back, experiencing the "pleasure" of being slapped all the way to the top of his head. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and turned his head away, glaring angrily at Ah Ning.

Ah Ning blinked, thinking it wanted to be petted more after being petted so much, so she stroked its red hair even more vigorously!

The idiot: "......"

Damn it, I didn't tell it that being unable to talk would be so painful before we set off!

After an unknown amount of time, a deafening din of gongs and drums erupted all around, and the sedan chair finally set off.

Ah Ning finally let go of that red hair and sat up obediently.

The altar was located far from the Prime Minister's residence, and the long procession walked for quite some time before stopping.

The sedan curtain was lifted, revealing Huo Ting's solemn face.

"Qiaoqiao, come down, Daddy will take you upstairs."

Upon seeing her father, Qiaoqiao was somewhat timid and dared not approach him.

The most favored person in the Prime Minister's residence was Huo Zhiyao. Huo Ting was busy with many affairs of state, so Qiaoqiao had even fewer opportunities to come into contact with him.

Moreover, he always had a very serious and unapproachable demeanor, which made the little girl even more afraid of him.

Huo Ting lowered his voice and spoke again: "Qiaoqiao, be good and come here."

Qiaoqiao pursed her lips, but still obediently stepped forward and was led down from the sedan chair by Huo Ting.

Relying on the invisibility talisman, A Ning was not flustered at all and swaggered off the sedan chair behind Qiao Qiao.

There were many people standing outside, lined up neatly and orderly. The snow on the ground had been swept clean in advance. At the front was a high platform, which was taller than all the surrounding houses!

How magnificent! Ah Ning blinked her big, grape-like eyes, looking here and there with great curiosity.

Seeing Huo Ting leading Qiaoqiao to the front of the crowd, A Ning looked around and found her mother's position. Seeing that her mother was standing there unharmed, she followed her without worry.

Soon, a man dressed in elaborate clothing walked up the platform step by step, holding a whisk in his hand, and swayed his head as he spoke a great deal.

Aning, standing next to Qiaoqiao, was getting sleepy and yawned several times in a row.

No one knows what the man upstairs said, but a commotion broke out below. Then, Huo Ting raised his hand and pressed Qiaoqiao's shoulder.

"Qiaoqiao, your father will take you up there. Don't be afraid."

Ah Ning immediately rubbed her eyes, shook her head to clear her mind, and followed them up the steps.

Time to get down to business!

My master taught me that it is crucial to stay clear-headed in situations like this, otherwise you might not be able to accomplish anything and could even hurt yourself!

Once she reached the platform, Ah Ning was able to see the man's face clearly.

He was very young, handsome, and had an ethereal air about him, unlike anyone else below him.

Huo Ting pushed Qiaoqiao forward, his expression grave: "Grand Preceptor Zhou, this is the pampered young lady of my Prime Minister's residence. If she is sacrificed, it will not resolve the disaster of the Great Liang..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Zhou Shengze understood the meaning behind it perfectly.

But he had no way to express his suffering.

He didn't want to sacrifice living people either; the whole idea of ​​sacrifice was utter nonsense.

However, the empress in the palace insisted that a deity had appeared in her dream and that only by sacrificing a child could the calamity be averted in Liang. She even made him throw divination blocks in court, and that's when the third young lady of the Prime Minister's mansion was thrown out...

Zhou Shengze wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and sighed, "Prime Minister, please wait downstairs."

As Ah Ning watched Huo Ting steadily walk down the road, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a very familiar-looking person standing in the corner.

His clothes were embroidered with gold and silver threads, sparkling, and he was holding a folding fan in his hand... It was Father Ye!

Just as A Ning was about to wave to Father Ye, she remembered that she was still busy with important matters, so she had to suppress her excitement and listen attentively to the Grand Preceptor's speech.

"Everyone, it has snowed in Daliang for four consecutive years. The sky is covered with clouds all day long, and the sun is nowhere to be seen. Countless farmlands and crops have been destroyed, and the people are suffering..."

He said a lot more, but Aning couldn't understand him.

After an unknown amount of time, the Imperial Advisor picked up three incense sticks, each about half a person's height, lit them, and respectfully bowed towards the heavens.

"With this bow, may the dark clouds over Great Liang be dispelled, and may the sunlight shine forth!"

Ah Ning's eyes lit up—a job was coming!

If you want to dispel the dark clouds and see the sun...

Ah Ning thought for a moment, then huffed and puffed as she rummaged through her small pouch, pulled out a talisman, held it up to her chest, and muttered incantations.

"Yang Jing, Yang Jing, Flying Fire Wheel... Yang Shen Zhu Ming, quickly summon the Fire Crows!"

As the incantation ended, the talisman flew straight into the sky, instantly emitting a dense golden light that spread in all directions!

Thousands of people below raised their hands to shield their eyes from the bright light.

"What is that? Why is it so bright and glaring?"

"Damn it, what is the Imperial Advisor doing? He's going blind!"

"Wow! Look! Look at the sky! The sun... the sun is out!"

Upon hearing this, everyone removed their hands, only to see the golden light dissipate and the dark clouds overhead truly vanish! The sun... the sun, which they had waited four years to see in its true form, was finally no longer obscured by the clouds, emitting dazzling light!

The sun is out, and the snow... can finally melt...

The crops...are saved!!!

In an instant, everyone knelt down, expressing their deepest gratitude to the Imperial Advisor on the high platform.

Zhou Shengze, however, held three incense sticks, looking around warily, only to find a little child frozen in shock at the scene before him...