Although Li Qinglu quickly concealed it, how could that momentary reaction escape Song Qingshu, who had been observing everything inside the room?
"Li Qinglu commands the Western Xia First Class Hall, and her martial arts place her among the finest of the younger generation. What could make her lose composure like that?" Song Qingshu pondered. "A blade that could cut through iron like mud..."
"You lot couldn't even beat one woman, and you still have the nerve to blame the weapon?" Yelü Yixin looked as though he hated iron for not becoming steel. "Get out!"
Li Qinglu spoke up at just the right moment. "Prince Wei need not blame your son. The martial world is full of capable people, and she also had the advantage of a weapon. It is hardly his fault that he suffered a loss."
Hearing her speak on his behalf, Yelü Sui immediately cast her a grateful look. He thought that this Western Xia Princess was not only beautiful, but also so understanding.
"Fine, for Princess Yinchuan's sake, I'll spare you this time. Now get out and stop delaying our discussion of important matters." Yelü Yixin shot his son a vicious glare.
Yelü Sui had no choice but to leave resentfully. Once outside, he kept muttering, "Father has been getting stricter and stricter lately. Could it be that he didn't want to stand up for me in front of outsiders?"
Inside the room, Li Qinglu discreetly gave a look. One of her subordinates immediately understood and quietly followed him out. None of this escaped Song Qingshu's eyes. After hesitating briefly, he saw that there was no valuable information to be heard here and quietly followed as well.
The Western Xia man caught up with Yelü Suiye and indirectly inquired about the woman he had encountered earlier.