The yellow-robed woman approached Song Qingshu's table with graceful ease, her eyes seeming to speak, brimming with curiosity. "Are you the famous King of Qi, Young Master Song Qingshu?"
In his previous life, a girl taking the initiative to strike up a conversation would have been perfectly normal. But in this era, such forwardness from a woman was truly rare. Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "Famous is too generous, but I am indeed Song Qingshu. May I ask how to address you, miss?"
The yellow-robed woman covered her smile with her lips. "I have long heard that you are the Jianghu Hundred-Know-All, knowing all there is to know. Why not guess this little woman's identity?"
Song Qingshu had not expected her to know the Jianghu Hundred-Know-All title he had made up in the past. Though secretly pleased, he was also rather troubled. How was he supposed to guess with so little to go on?
Li Qinglu, sitting beside him, seemed to sense a threat and could not help snorting. "There are so many beautiful women in the world. How could Brother Song possibly guess every one of their identities?"
The yellow-robed woman did not take offense. Instead, she gave Li Qinglu a salute. "Thank you for the compliment, miss. But when it comes to beauty, I am far inferior to you."
After being praised like that, Li Qinglu was too embarrassed to say anything further.
Song Qingshu's mind raced. Such attire, such a temperament, and from the Western Regions... Then he noticed the emerald-green feather tucked into her hat, and inspiration struck. Smiling, he said, "I have heard that there is a young female leader of the Hui Tribe named Huo Qingtong. Not only is she exquisitely beautiful, but she is also a female general with a divine command of troops.