Qiao Jinniang could not calm down when she heard Qiu Yue’s words. She was extremely surprised.
“Are you lost in your writing? Are you spouting nonsense? Where in the world did such a strange thing as strange powers and chaotic gods come from?”
“Your Highness, I don’t dare to hide anything, but I’m not a ghost. If I were a ghost, I wouldn’t dare to settle down in front of the Old Lord’s Taoist temple. I don’t dare to deceive the emperor. What I said just now is the truth.”
Qiao Jinniang felt a little better before she reluctantly believed Qiu Yue’s words. “You said that the poem ‘things are like people, but things don’t happen’was written by an ancient person in your previous world?”
“Yes,”Qiu Yue replied.
Qiao Jinniang Thought for a moment and said, “Then did you know that the rain and wind were suddenly sparse last night, and the heavy sleep didn’t wear away the wine? When you asked the curtain rollers, they said that the Begonia was still the same?”
