"Little Aunt?" Song Qingshu's expression turned strange. From the woman's tone, Yue Fei's wife seemed to be her little aunt. Unfortunately, he had not pressed Zhang Hongfan for details earlier. He only knew Yue Fei's wife's surname was Li, but nothing of her given name.
Her completely different attitudes toward Yue Lingshan before and after seemed to confirm one of his suspicions. Yue Lingshan was not Yue Fei's daughter. Whether it was the Zhongyi Army or Right Chancellor Zhang Rou, they appeared to have been used by someone else.
"Her surname is Li? Li Qiushui's surname also seems to be Li..." Song Qingshu was puzzled. It couldn't be such a coincidence, could it?
"Who's there?" While Song Qingshu was distracted, his breathing inevitably changed slightly, and the mysterious woman below noticed at once.
At this point, there was no need for Song Qingshu to keep hiding. He leaped down directly. "I was merely passing through on my travels and inadvertently disturbed the lady. I hope you will forgive me."
Seeing the big-bearded man speaking in such refined, literary tones, an utterly mismatched sight, the mysterious woman frowned. "When did you get here?"
"I arrived some time ago," Song Qingshu replied.
"Then you heard everything?" A cold gleam flashed through the mysterious woman's eyes.
"I heard what I should have heard, and not a single word of what I should not have heard," Song Qingshu said leisurely, as though he had not seen the killing intent in her eyes.
"Then... die." The mysterious woman's voice suddenly turned icy as she struck toward his chest.
With a flash of Lingbo Weibu, she was already before Song Qingshu. Just as her jade-white palm was about to press against his chest, he suddenly vanished from her sight.
The shock was no small matter. Just