Dou Yuemei knew suffering. Seeing her strongest granddaughter faint, she quickly said, "I'm old, I didn't even realize what happened... You are my granddaughter. How could I let you be hurt? If anything, I'm more worried about you."
Then, she reprimanded Qiao Zhaonan: "You rotten rascal. I said no fighting, but you didn't listen. Now you've fallen flat on your face, brought down by a single needle from your cousin. Are you ready to surrender?"
"I am not!"
Dou Yuemei was caught off guard by this dumbstruck denial, and she was absolutely livid: "How dare you backtalk? I guess you must not have been poked hard enough!"
"I won't give in! Her needle must be poisoned; otherwise, why would I be so weak? And against such a sinister, treacherous, base, and shameless little villain, even losing to her is a victory!"
