Chapter 842: Li Yuan
Li Yuan felt the wind around him suddenly grow stronger, blowing so hard he could barely keep his footing.
In that fierce wind, his legs kept trembling of their own accord.
He cursed inwardly. It was not even late autumn yet, but the weather was already bitterly cold, like the depths of winter.
That was right.
The weather had simply turned cold all of a sudden. He would never admit that his heart was filled with fear.
The merely cool breeze brushed the strands of hair hanging beside Luo Su's cheeks. As they fluttered, they revealed his divinely handsome face, fair as polished jade, displaying all his graceful charm. Beside him, Luo Xuanye already had a hand on his sword. He was not joking. As long as Luo Su showed the slightest inclination to kill Li Yuan, he would draw his blade. Luo Xuanjing watched Li Yuan and his party of uninvited guests with interest.
Naturally, Li Yuan had not come alone. His wife, Dou Shi, and his only legitimate daughter were both there. Intelligent and perceptive, Dou Shi understood how perilous the situation was. Her face deathly pale, she held her daughter tightly in her arms and forced herself to remain composed so that she would not cry out and lose her manners.
At that moment, Dou Shi had only one thing to be thankful for: her eldest son, Jiancheng, had stayed in Chang'an to study rather than accompany Li Yuan to his new post. But poor Xiuning, so young, was going to perish here. She had only this son and daughter, and treasured them as her own heart and soul.
Countless thoughts raced through Li Yuan's and Dou Shi's minds, all filled with despair. Those dozens of Spirit Soldiers in particular sat high on