"Lost?" Song Qingshu's expression changed. As the daughter of the Grand Administrator of the Imperial Academy, she would always have servants attending her when she went out. If she could still go missing like that, she had clearly been abducted by traffickers.
No matter the world, human traffickers were despised by all. Song Qingshu knew that the Eldest Daughter of the Li Family was most likely doomed—either sold into slavery or into a brothel. Yet he could hardly say such things outright, so he could only comfort her. "Madam, your elder sister is a fortunate person protected by Heaven. Perhaps she will encounter a benefactor who rescues her."
"I hope so." Li Wan sighed. In truth, her entire family had long since given up hope.
After they arrived in the main hall, Li Wan had originally intended to return directly to the inner residence. However, Song Qingshu's exchange of pleasantries had worked. Second Young Lady Li, who had always been thin-skinned, felt too embarrassed to simply leave, so she asked, "It has been so long, yet I still have not had the chance to ask your name, sir?"
If they had been in Jia Mansion, Li Wan, as a widow, would never have spoken privately with a man like this. But now that she had returned to her own home, she had far fewer reservations. Moreover, having just left Jia Mansion, it was as though the mountain that had long weighed upon her heart had been lifted away. She seemed more excited and relaxed than usual.
"My name is Song Qingshu. I came specifically to pay a visit to your father," Song Qingshu replied.
"Song Qingshu? Why does that name sound so familiar?" Li Wan murmured, confusion flashing through her eyes. Then she suddenly remembered something and stared at him