When Lu Qiqi returned to the camp at full speed, dusk was falling in the west.
After handing the horses over to the soldiers below the watchtower, she clutched the roster in her hand and headed towards her tent.
She wanted to find a quiet, secluded place to open the booklet and look at the list.
The commander's tent.
Song Yanqing gently placed the pen in his hand on the pen holder, looked up and surveyed the surroundings of the tent, but did not see Lu Qiqi.
Before he could ask any questions, he heard An Yi's voice, "Your Highness, the Princess of Kangle Township has instructed me that she is going to the Feng residence today."
Check the progress of making sheepskin coats to ensure that the soldiers guarding the city can wear them before the winter temperatures drop.
These words left Song Yanqing speechless.
He looked at the tea and snacks prepared on the low table, but didn't touch them. Only then did he realize that the tent was so quiet and desolate without Lu Qiqi's voice.
"How long has it been? Are you coming home today?"
An Yi thought for a moment and said, "Three hours."
He couldn't answer the next question, since the head of Kang Le Township hadn't explained it.
The two people in the tent both knew that Feng Yu'er and Lu Qiqi had a very close relationship. Perhaps the two best friends had a pleasant conversation and even talked late into the night by candlelight.
Upon hearing this, Song Yanqing sighed almost imperceptibly and instructed An Yi, "Go and prepare some of her favorite foods. She might come back for dinner."
An Yi stood there stunned, not knowing what to say for a moment, after all, he had never seen the prince like this before.
Besides, what did the Crown Prince mean by what he just said?
Preparing meals and eagerly awaiting the return of one's husband—oh no, wife—isn't this something only the ladies of wealthy families do?
How come their status completely reversed when they were in front of the heir of his family?
An Yi, who had been stirring slightly for a long time, quickly caught Song Yanqing's attention. He said, "Instead of preparing dinner, is there anything else you need to report?"
Upon hearing this, An Yi seemed to wake from a dream and hurriedly took his leave.
When he stepped out of his tent, he saw Lu Qiqi looking distracted, walking hurriedly towards her own tent.
An Yi bowed respectfully, "Lord of the Township."
Lu Qiqi seemed oblivious to everything around her, completely ignoring An Yi and walking right past him, leaving him utterly bewildered.
A gust of wind blew past his ear, and An Yi instinctively tried to attack from behind, but when he swung his right arm back, he missed.
There was nothing behind him. When he turned around, he saw that the prince had already run up behind the lord of Kangle Township to fawn over him.
An Yi, “…”
When Song Yanqing approached Lu Qiqi, he noticed that something was wrong with her. He called out to her a few times from behind, but there was no response.
She seemed to be immersed in her own world, losing all awareness of the outside world.
Therefore, Song Yanqing took two steps at a time, strode to catch up with Lu Qiqi, and stopped her directly in front of her.
When Lu Qiqi saw the obstacle that suddenly appeared in front of her, she looked up blankly. When she saw the familiar face, she instinctively tightened her grip on the roster.
When Song Yanqing saw that her eyes were red, he was startled. In order not to frighten her, he asked softly, "What's wrong? What happened to you?"
Upon hearing the word "wronged," Lu Qiqi couldn't hold back any longer. She lowered her head and whispered, "Yu'er gave me a roster that lists the names of the soldiers in Feng's army."
Song Yanqing looked down and noticed that she was clutching the roster tightly in her hand.
For some reason, hearing her pitiful voice made him feel inexplicably flustered.
In his view, Feng Yuer handing the roster to Lu Qiqi must be related to her father.
Thinking of this, his heart ached.
Lu Qiqi looked up, her eyes a little red, and said to Song Yanqing, "I'm a little afraid to look."
On the way back, the scenes of the original owner spending time with Lu Dashan replayed in her mind as if they were yesterday.
Even though it was all about the original owner's interactions with Lu Dashan, the memories surfaced in her mind and lingered for a long time.
In her previous life, Lu Qiqi was adopted by her master and grew up learning martial arts on Mount Emei. Apart from her master, her closest relatives were her fellow disciples.
She had also longed for family affection, but with so many disciples adopted by her master, the love he showed amidst his strict demands was always limited.
Therefore, she never received many points from childhood to adulthood.
Lu Dashan cherished her memories; this unfamiliar kinship was something he was experiencing for the first time with her.
At this moment, she was filled with mixed emotions and didn't know what to do.
Song Yanqing saw unease in her eyes and said, "Shall I go with you to see it?"
When the roster was handed to Song Yanqing, Lu Qiqi felt a sudden emptiness in her hands, as if the weight on her chest had lessened.
The feeling was subtle, yet she perceived it exceptionally clearly.
It's that feeling of relief after finishing an exam.
Song Yanqing unfolded the roster and carefully examined the list in the setting sun.
After an unknown amount of time, the sun was almost setting, but the two of them stood straight outside the tent as if their legs were sore.
"Found it."
Song Yanqing gently handed the roster back to Lu Qiqi, pointing to a name on the roster so that she could see it more clearly.
Lu Qiqi took the roster and saw the name in the black notebook with a faint red mark on it.
Ding-character army, centurion, Lu Dashan.
A moment later, Song Yanqing's voice came from above, "The vermilion brush represents..."
"die."
Lu Qiqi took a breath, looked up from the roster, and looked at him. "I know."
After saying that, she finally revealed her deepest thoughts: "The dead cannot be brought back to life, but I don't know how to bring this up with Ayao."
Previously, the two sisters did not know Lu Dashan's whereabouts, but now that they saw his name marked in red ink, Lu Qiqi did not know whether she should keep it a secret.
Song Yanqing raised his hands and placed them on Lu Qiqi's shoulders, looking into her eyes as he said, "Your father was a hero who died for his country. Feng Yuer and her younger brother can accept that General Feng died on the battlefield."
She must understand this principle.
Yes.
Feng Zijun was still younger than Lu Yao. The two siblings maintained their large family business and even converted the ancestral hall of the Feng family army into a school.
It's hard to imagine that they were once children protected by Madam Feng, demonstrating such courage and decisiveness.
Lu Qiqi was simply blinded by her own involvement; once she understood, the darkness in her heart gradually dissipated.
Night fell, and the north wind blew, feeling cool on my skin.
Lu Qiqi felt light all over, and the heavy stone in her chest suddenly disappeared.
Song Yanqing released her shoulder and took her hand instead. "It's dark now. After a long day of work, you should eat something."
I had An Yi prepare some food, including spicy dishes and your favorite spicy beef slices.
Lu Qiqi nodded gently, letting Song Yanqing lead her into the main tent.
The two tents were not far apart, but Lu Qiqi felt very warm holding her large hand in the cold wind and dark night.
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