A five-year-old goddess, raised to become an emperor for all time through a bronze mirror.

Chapter 32 This...this...there's porridge in the poison!

There was a "click".

Wen Wan opened the door smoothly, and just as she was about to step inside, a hint of anticipation appeared on her face.

However, just then, a low cough came from behind: "Cough cough... Wen Wan, why aren't you here with Tong Tong?"

Her heart skipped a beat. She slowly turned around, her face slightly embarrassed, but she quickly regained her composure and said softly:

"Dad! Oh... I haven't seen Niannian for so long, I miss her..."

As she spoke, she glanced casually into the room, then gently closed the door as if nothing had happened.

Old Master Fu scrutinized her with a serious expression, his gaze carrying a hint of authority. "Wen Wan, I only agreed to let Fu Ci marry you because of your gentle nature..."

Don't let that low-class Zheng Peilan influence you; keep your mind straight! Tongtong has been led astray by her; you need to guide her properly!

Hearing this, Wen Wan was startled. She immediately understood the old man's meaning: he was warning her not to follow in her mother's footsteps.

He nodded quickly and replied, "Thank you for the reminder, Dad. I will definitely raise Tongtong well!"

Grandpa Fu nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with her answer, and then added, "Were you and Tongtong the only ones who went to Disneyland these past few days?"

He gazed at Wen Wan silently, his eyes revealing a profound meaning that was difficult to express.

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During their time at Disneyland, Tongtong kept pestering her to have her grandmother accompany her. Wenwan had no choice but to bring Zheng Peilan over, and the three of them had fun together.

She lowered her head and said softly, "Dad, it was my fault this time. I indulged Tongtong too much and brought Mom here..."

The old man must have known what was going on when he asked that question, so Wen Wan admitted it without even thinking!

Old Master Fu snorted coldly, "As long as you know your limits!" After saying that, he walked towards the study.

Wen Wan watched his retreating figure with a hint of resentment in her eyes. She had worked so hard for so many years to finally marry into the Fu family, but she never expected that her precious Tongtong would be worse off than a wild child without a mother.

snort!

Fu Mingyue, Fu Mingyue, even your death cannot free me from my loathing for you?

It's okay that you didn't like me back then! Now your daughter cares a lot about the bronze mirror you left behind, doesn't she?

I've had enough of playing the virtuous wife role every day...

Wen Wan pushed open the door again and quietly took a clear photo of the phoenix bronze mirror before returning to her room.

She sat on the bed, pondering to herself. Then, she picked up her phone, sent the photo to a friend, and attached a message:

"Help me find out the origin of this bronze mirror."

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Let's go back to ancient times...

Inside a makeshift soup kitchen...

Pei Yunjing stood tall at the front of the crowd, personally leading his soldiers to distribute the porridge in an orderly manner.

He specifically instructed the soldiers to cook a thick porridge, because he knew that these people suffering from famine needed sufficient energy and nutrition.

Just now, he carefully examined the various items that Nian Nian had just sent over.

Suddenly, my eyes were drawn to something—several boxes of food labeled "pickled mustard tuber," with a clear note that said "it tastes even better when served with porridge."

Pei Yunjing smiled slightly, unhesitatingly opened the pickled mustard tuber package, poured it into a large wooden basin in advance, and then carefully scooped up a few pieces of pickled mustard tuber and placed them on the surface of each bowl of porridge when serving the porridge.

In this way, each bowl of porridge gains a unique and delicious flavor.

To avoid causing unnecessary trouble and attracting too much attention from others, Pei Yunjing had already ordered someone to slowly pour the clear, transparent Waxi bottled water into the large water vat next to him.

It was provided to quench the thirst of the disaster victims.

By this time, the people who had gathered around to receive the porridge were already impatient.

When they received the bowl of steaming, fragrant, and exceptionally thick rice porridge, their eyes were filled with surprise and joy.

In the past, what they often ate was just a bowl of thin soup that was almost bottomless, with only one or two grains of rice floating pitifully in it.

Moreover, even with such a thin soup, they dared not drink it all at once, but instead chewed it slowly along with the bitter and hard-to-swallow grass roots in order to barely sustain their lives.

Now, the bowl of thick rice porridge I hold in my hands is as precious as a godsend.

Some people were so excited that their hands trembled slightly. They picked up dry branches around them as chopsticks, reached into their bowls with trembling hands, picked up a piece of pickled mustard greens, and put it into their mouths.

A series of crisp "clunking" sounds filled everyone's mouths.

Its refreshing, crisp, and sweet taste, accompanied by a perfectly balanced hint of spiciness, leaves a lasting impression.

This unique taste is reminiscent of familiar white radish, but without the unpleasant odor of white radish.

"It's so delicious!" someone couldn't help but exclaim.

Immediately, more people joined in, enjoying the pickled vegetables while quickly taking a sip of hot porridge.

Suddenly, the once quiet disaster camp was filled with the sound of joyful and satisfied swallowing.

Seeing this, Pei Yunjing reached out to pick up a bowl of porridge to eat, when suddenly, a desperate and terrified cry for help came from the other side:

"Mother! Mother! What's wrong?"

A middle-aged woman fell straight to the ground, foaming at the mouth – a truly horrifying sight!

Gou Sheng, who was standing to the side, was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that the bowl of porridge he was holding fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound.

Immediately afterwards, he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Poisonous! Poisonous! This porridge is poisonous!"

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he held them back, tightly embracing his mother as if that would save her life.

Upon hearing the shouts, the disaster victims who were wolfing down their food stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes in unison to the direction where Gou Sheng was.

For a moment, the entire scene fell silent; everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Upon hearing the shouts, Pei Yunjing immediately led the military doctor beside him to approach quickly.

However, as they approached Gousheng, he looked at them with terror and despair, as if he had seen the Grim Reaper, and cried out helplessly:

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! Your court just wants to kill us all! This porridge is poisoned! Poisoned!"

It turned out that Gousheng wanted to show his filial piety to his mother, so he specially served the first bowl of porridge to her first.

Who would have thought that when he returned after getting the second bowl of porridge, he would find his mother foaming at the mouth and unconscious in front of him.

At this moment, he was filled with pain and anger, convinced that it was all a conspiracy by the imperial court.

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poison?

Pei Yunjing couldn't believe it. This food and water were gifts from Nian Nian; how could they possibly be poisonous? "Very introverted, after being beaten up, he habitually said: 'Thank you!'"

(Robbery! Hand over your ticket! Thank you...)

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