Yelü Miaomiao certainly wasn't so easily subdued by sleep.
She was the pearl of the grasslands, the princess of Yanrong, the Great Witch God Su Gu... Surely she wouldn't submit just after a few rounds of being thrashed by the Jingu Bang.
However, Jiang Shouzhong's rod technique ultimately had its effect.
After nearly an hour of relentless "persuasion," Yelü Miaomiao's voice had gone hoarse, and she could no longer swear at him. Her legs were also exhausted, and she couldn't run away even if she wanted to.
Jiang Shouzhong finally had the patience to clearly explain all the causes and consequences.
From Anhe Village to the Capital, from Qu Hongling to Ran Qingchen, and even Xia He and Qiuye, he told her everything honestly and in detail.
The key point was honesty.
Only, when he mentioned Ran Qingchen, Yelü Miaomiao's expression visibly changed.
"Ran Qingchen..."
Yelü Miaomiao murmured to herself, the image of the sorrowful lady in a light blue dress surfacing in her mind.
