Zhang Xiaoying naturally did not feel the joy of Dafu Village.
Time quietly slipped into October.
And the Capital City also witnessed an inspiring event.
Jiaojiao finally learned to walk!
She abandoned her crutches and took steps into Jinluan Hall, and even the ever-resolute Emperor Mingjing was moved to tears.
This signified hope for those wounded soldiers to stand again.
"Jiaojiao greets the Emperor." The clear, innocent voice echoed in Jinluan Hall.
Emperor Mingjing descended from his dragon throne to personally assist Jiaojiao to her feet.
He had always kept an eye on Jiaojiao's progress, naturally aware of the hardship she endured to relearn walking.
Everyone thought Zhang Xiaoying was daydreaming.
But no one expected that the young girl, relying on her perseverance, could indeed walk freely with Zhang Xiaoying's help.
"Good child, you are the finest girl in Daliang."
Jiaojiao felt both happy and a little shy at the Emperor Mingjing's praise.
