This time, the strange old man led her into another thatched cottage.
In the cottage, a single oil lamp was lit, casting a very dim light.
The strange old man first put the infant on the only long table in the room, then turned and went into another room. When he returned, he was carrying two more oil lamps.
With three oil lamps burning at once, the small thatched cottage was finally not too dark.
After carefully examining the baby, the strange old man sighed softly, "Child, do you really want to save her?"
"Save her! At all costs, she must be saved!"
Ji Ruyan said resolutely.
"Do you know what kind of prenatal poison she has?"
"I do not."
"Drunken Yan Emperor."
"What is that?"
