Chapter 1533: Chapter 1532: Do You Believe in the Retired Emperor_1

Qiao Xiaomai was stunned after hearing what Gao Lian said, truly stunned.

To tell the truth, that piece of rumor had indeed touched upon a grain of truth–she had used space to collect the treasure. Moreover, a big part of the reason she could smoothly pave her way with gourmet food was because of the water from the Spiritual Spring inside her space.

In that sense, her space was indeed her cornucopia.

And just by listening to Gao Lian’s description, the person behind the rumors had given her a rather appealing characterization, although every word was like a life-threatening knife. But it did align with the Mary Sue spirit in her heart.

With that said, she was indeed a living legend, a walking God of Wealth!

Such an appealing characterization should warrant Tong Sanlang to write a separate book just for her, so that from then on, her name would be immortalized in history, revered through the ages!

“Malicious, too malicious, just too malicious…”

While Qiao Xiaomai was stunned, Tong Sanlang was not. He clutched the armrests of the chair beneath him tightly, his expression once again agitated, “It’s all nonsense, all nonsense! This is pushing Xiaomai down a deadly path. Your Majesty, you must not believe these words. You have seen for yourself how Xiaomai has reached the place she is at today!”

Getting worked up, a pained expression appeared on his face. Seeing this, Yang Wenxiao quickly interrupted, “Stop talking, stop talking. I know and understand everything you want to say. Be at ease, I won’t believe these rumors. Rest assured, quick, Xiaomai, pour him a glass of water.”

Yang Wenxiao’s shout pulled Qiao Xiaomai back from her daze. Seeing Tong Sanlang looking like this, she panicked and hurriedly poured water, “Why are you getting agitated again? Don’t rush, for the sake of your health, don’t rush.”

“I am still counting on you to recover quickly to protect me. Take care of your health.”

A glass of Spiritual Spring water helped Tong Sanlang feel a bit better, but thinking about the content of the rumors, he couldn’t help but get anxious again.

He was now disabled, without even the ability to defend himself, let alone protect Qiao Xiaomai.

What if some deity emerged from an obscure corner and abducted Qiao Xiaomai? What if Yang Wenxiao truly believed those absurd tales and demanded that Qiao Xiaomai surrender her cornucopia? What would he do then?

His greatest reliance, his light-body skill, was completely unusable now.

If trouble really broke out, he absolutely wouldn’t be able to take Qiao Xiaomai away!

How could he not be anxious?

He was nearly driven mad with worry!

Qiao Xiaomai held his hand with one of hers, while the other patted his shoulder gently, “It’s alright, it’s alright. His Majesty will grant us justice.”

She said this and looked at Yang Wenxiao, “Your Majesty, do you believe these words?”

“I don’t believe them.” Yang Wenxiao met her bright, lucid peach blossom eyes, not shying away, answered her straightforwardly and decisively without hesitation.

He didn’t believe them.

About the transformation of Qiao Xiaomai, he had pondered it many times.

What he agreed with was the reason given by Qiao Xiaomai: she had died once, so her entire disposition had drastically changed. From the originally timid and bullied village girl, she transformed into a God of Wealth who could no longer tolerate any grievance.

Her temperament had become very stubborn, even to the point of being extreme.

So extreme that in a fit of madness, she nearly kicked Tong Sanlang to death.

She had gained inexplicable great strength, her temperament had become extreme, intolerant of grievances, and she acted immediately upon her thoughts.

Those fresh ideas weren’t spontaneously concocted out of nowhere; each appeared logically and sequentially.

Of course, if she really had a cornucopia, it must have been given to her by the descendants of Liuli.