Song Qingshu looked toward the sound. He had assumed Li Yuanhao had arrived, but instead saw an unfamiliar middle-aged man. The man was handsome and dignified, yet carried an aura of authority even without showing anger.
"A middle-aged man like this would have been hugely popular with fangirls in the future," Song Qingshu thought. Among the people he knew in this world, only a handful, such as Duan Zhengchun, possessed a similar air.
"Father!" Li Qinglu had taken the opportunity to leap out of the fight. Wiping the fine sweat from her brow, she stood beside the man with a slightly embarrassed expression, like a little girl who had done something wrong.
Since the other side had stopped, Yelü Nanxian did not pursue her either. After all, they were in the imperial palace now; even a powerful dragon could not overpower the local snake.
Song Qingshu's heart stirred. So this middle-aged man was the legendary Li Qianshun, the Imperial Uncle who had contested the throne with the Crown Prince. Wait—since Li Qinglu called him Father, then he was Li Qiushui's son...
Thinking that he was Li Qingluo's elder brother by the same mother but different fathers, Song Qingshu's expression grew increasingly strange. Did that make him Song Qingshu's brother-in-law?
Still, he had to admire the strength of Li Qiushui's genes. The daughters, granddaughters, and maternal granddaughters she had borne were all peerless beauties, while her son was ridiculously handsome as well. Her greatest flaw was simply that her private life with men had been rather too chaotic.
"What are you doing here, causing trouble?" Li Qianshun glared at his daughter and asked in a deep voice.
Li Qinglu answered quietly, "I merely heard that Princess Chengan was a renowned swordsmanship expert in Liao Country, and that she was about my