After a thousand people arrived from Qingyu Mountain, the crisis at Xiao Zhen and Sun Qiaoyan's place was instantly resolved, easing the pressure of death looming over them.
Sun Qiaoyan was severely wounded, but Qingyu Mountain had a skilled physician who immediately came to bandage her. Sun Qiaoyan's maternal grandmother, Old Madam Yan, had already reached her side, heartbroken, and cursed, "Those scoundrels, daring to harm our precious child. I, this old lady, will never forgive those wretches out there."
Sun Qiaoyan gritted her teeth, her eyes reddened, as she complained, "Grandmother, you and grandfather arrived just in time; otherwise, I wouldn't have seen you again."
"Where's your courage, where's your sword?" Old Madam Yan gave Sun Qiaoyan a light slap on the head.
Sun Qiaoyan choked up, "To kill the rebel, Prince Xiao Jin of Jiangbei, I gave my sword to him, heavily injuring him."
