Song Qingshu looked toward the voice and saw a tall young girl standing not far away, blushing as she appraised him. It was none other than Yelü Qi's younger sister—Yelü Yan.
Of all the girls he knew, Yelü Yan was probably the tallest. Combined with her exceptionally slender figure, she would have been the makings of a world-class supermodel in his previous life. Yet despite her tall frame, perhaps because of her age, her face still carried a trace of childishness. The stark contrast gave Song Qingshu something of a headache. Some girls could be described as having a baby face and huge breasts, but what was Yelü Yan? A baby face and towering height?
After thinking for a long time without finding a suitable description, Ajiu beside him was already pulling him toward her. "When she heard you were coming back, Miss Yelü insisted on coming along too."
"Sister Ajiu~" Embarrassed by her teasing, Yelü Yan hurriedly hid behind her brother. Yet she still stole occasional glances at Song Qingshu. She already knew about the marriage alliance and knew that the man before her was to be her husband. How could she not be curious?
"Uncle, Brother Yelü." Song Qingshu smiled at Yelü Yan, then cupped his hands toward Yelü Chucai and Yelü Qi in greeting.
Yelü Chucai and Yelü Qi hurriedly returned the salute. "Greetings, my lord."
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "We are all family. There is no need to be so formal."
Yelü Chucai smiled as well. "Courtesy must not be neglected. Business before personal matters, so we will not stand on ceremony with you for now. Yan'er, come greet your Brother Song."
Yelü Yan shyly stepped out from behind her brother. Though she was still young and rather bashful, growing up on the grasslands had given