Song Liyun, who was running in a hurry, was completely unprepared. She only felt someone grab her arm and lift and throw her up.

"ah!"

Before he could even utter a half-sound of surprise, he landed steadily on his horse.

"Hold on tight!" came a clear male voice from behind.

Upon hearing this sound, Song Liyun's heart, which had been pounding with excitement, almost gave out.

She turned around abruptly and saw a handsome face right in front of her, with eyebrows like distant mountains, a nose like a hanging gall, and deep black eyes beneath long eyelashes.

Although his face was a little darker than the last time I saw him, it also made him look more masculine, like a delicious chocolate.

Seeing Song Liyun looking at her in shock, Zhao Tingduo smiled slightly and said softly, "In an emergency, we must act quickly and save lives. I apologize for being so abrupt, Miss. I hope you won't mind such a small matter!"

Zhao Tingduo was indeed eager to save the person. When he saw Song Liyun running alone, he casually took his horse with him. Only then did he realize that something was wrong.

Although Lei Baihu once said that this girl was not an ordinary woman, she was bold and generous in her actions, and she addressed the soldiers in the camp as "brother" and "older brother" without any of the coyness or timidity typical of girls.

But she was, after all, a girl from the Wu Dynasty, and not as uninhibited as those from the grasslands. If gossip damaged her reputation, it could cost her her life.

When Song Liyun saw that the person who was going to give her a ride was actually the "handsome young soldier" she hadn't seen for many months, her heart skipped a beat.

However, given the unclear situation at home, she was too impressed to dwell on the details and simply said, "I know you're helping me, and I'm incredibly grateful."

The situation was urgent, and the two of them said nothing more.

Baolin Residence is just two miles outside the town; a galloping horse can cover the distance in a few dozen breaths.