A slender, graceful young woman stepped in front of Song Qingshu. Her posture was elegant and beautiful. Looking at her from behind, Song Qingshu saw that the skin on her neck was whiter than snow, rosy beneath its fairness, so tender it seemed as though water could be squeezed from it.
The moment Li Kexiu recognized the young woman, his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly called to the archers under his command, "Stop shooting!" Only then did he turn back and glare at her. "Yuanzhi, stop making trouble and move aside!"
That young woman was none other than Li Yuanzhi, whom he had not seen for a long time!
"I'm not making trouble!" Li Yuanzhi bit her lip, tears glimmering in her eyes. "Brother Song saved your life, Father, and he has saved mine again and again. How can you repay kindness with enmity and turn around to harm him?"
Previously, Li Kexiu had kept her in the military camp, where she could not leave even if she wanted to. Later, after the envoys from Jin and Qing withdrew and Li Kexiu returned to the Admiral's Mansion, Li Yuanzhi was still left behind in the camp and forbidden to leave.
Yet she had always been mischievous and spirited. Without Li Kexiu there to keep her in check, who else could control her? On top of that, given her status as the young mistress, no one in the camp dared truly make things difficult for her.
At first, things were tolerable. Though bored out of her mind, she could still endure staying in the camp. But when she heard from the soldiers that the Golden Snake King, Song Qingshu, was visiting the mansion, how could she restrain herself? She found an opportunity to slip out of the camp. Originally, she had