I’m the Farmgirl You Can’t Mess With

Although Qi Haoran did not restrict his sons from learning schemes from others, he still hoped that their strategies would be based on open schemes. Hence, he’d never brought Little Bear to watch an inquisition by torture, let alone those especially bloody tortures.

In his opinion, witnessing brutality would change people. He could bring his son to the battlefield to kill the enemy and let him see the cruelty and bloodiness of the battlefield, but he was not allowed to torture and beat people personally, not even criminals and captives.

Therefore, when Little Bear saw the dozen or so bandits tied up in the corner, he used emotional and reasonable persuasion. Seeing that the other party was unmoved, he changed his strategy to one of temptation.

This time, the bandits responded. Two of them opened their eyes and sneered at Little Bear in disdain. "With the enemy who has slain his father, one should not live under the same heaven. Not to mention gold and silver, it’s useless even if you bring the entire world to me."

This time, Little Bear was horrified. Meeting Little Treasure’s questioning gaze, he defended loudly, "He’s talking nonsense. How could I have killed his father considering my young age? I’ve only slayed enemies on the battlefield. Even if his father is a soldier of Great Jin or Great Yuan, he can’t blame me for the war between the two countries."

That’s right, how could an individual be blamed for the war? Little Treasure immediately persuaded, "Uncle, life and death on the battlefield can’t be considered a personal grudge. Moreover, there are so many people on the battlefield. How can you be sure that your father was killed by my cousin?"

Livid, the bandit fell backward and spat, "Pfft, you think a little kid like you can kill my adoptive father? When my adoptive father died, you were still wearing diapers."

This time, it was Little Bear’s turn to be displeased. He jumped up and said, "Then why did you claim that you have a grudge against me for killing your father! Weren’t you maligning me?"