"Grandmother likes this gift, that's wonderful." Zhong Lan's eyes sparkled as she looked at the Old Marchioness, filled with respect and admiration.
The Old Marchioness couldn't help but find humor in her gaze, gently rubbing the sword tassel as she asked, "Why did you think to give me this?"
Zhong Lan sincerely replied, "I've long heard from my mother about Grandmother's heroic deeds on the battlefield and admired them greatly. Grandmother, you are truly remarkable!"
"Oh? Am I that good?"
"Of course, you don't know how much I admire you. So many men can't compare to you. Without a female hero like you, how could we peacefully live in Shangjing enjoying wealth and honor? And how could the status of us women be elevated?" Zhong Lan had been completely brainwashed by Ye Qiu these days, so her words now genuinely came from the heart; she truly believed the Old Marchioness was extraordinary.
