Inside the living room of the Gu Family courtyard, the silver-gold light of the [Rank 6 Two-Way Star-Projection Hairpin] trembled slightly. Empress Luo Qingxue , at Rank 8 Star-Empress, knelt on the carpet, her slender jade fingers resting gently over the faint white shackle-scar on seven-year-old Jiang Tuntun’s tiny ankle.
Even though Gu Changsheng’s [Five-Treasure Dragon-Bone Soup] and eight-year-old Su Nuannuan’s healing honey-mist had already healed 99% of the physical damage from Tuntun’s years in the dark dungeon of Black-Iron Ore Town. To a mother’s eyes, that faint white line on a seven-year-old child’s ankle was sharper than ten thousand daggers piercing her own heart!
“Mommy, don’t be sad! It doesn’t hurt at all anymore!” seven-year-old Jiang Tuntun , at Rank 4 Mid, quickly patted her mother’s cheek with her small, warm hand, smiling brightly under her strawberry-print bib.
“Daddy smashed those yucky iron chains into powder four days ago and gave Tuntun a whole pot of dragon-bone soup and thirty pork buns!”
“Mommy, it was the Supreme Sword Sect and their shameless Holy Son Chu Tian who locked Little Sister Tuntun in that cold mine!”
Unable to hold back his righteous ten-year-old indignation, Gu Nian , at Rank 4 Early, stepped forward beside his mother and puffed out his chest. Acting out the whole story with his hands while eight-year-aged Su Nuannuan , holding Rank 4 Early, alongside eleven-year-old Ye Xiao , at Rank 4 Peak, chimed in right behind him:.
