Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âYes, Grandpa, Hanâer will abide by your teachings.â
Su Han smiled and took her leave.
When she arrived, the sky was covered in dark clouds, and as she departed, it remained the same. Yet, she felt as if she had glimpsed sunlight, bringing a hint of vibrancy to her eyes.
âMiss, Master sent me to escort you.â
A rough male voice rang out.
The voice startled Su Han.
Looking down, she saw a man clad in armor with an iron mask. He seemed familiar. âAre you General Song?â
Song Chengyi nodded. âYes.â
âYou⦠Why do you look like this?â Zhifen was taken aback.
Ever since Su Han got into trouble, Su Dingwei had been concerned about her and decided to select one of his subordinates to accompany and protect her.
To avoid causing her parents to worry, she agreed to this arrangement.
However, upon seeing Song Chengyi, she couldnât help but be surprised. âGeneral Song holds a high military rank. It seems like it would be a waste for him to protect me. I ll report back to Father so I donât need to trouble General Song.â
Su Han was polite. Song Chengyi glanced at her and asked, âMiss, am 1 frightening you?â n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ordinary people reacted to him the way Zhifen did.
At first glance, Su Han seemed taken aback.
Su Han pressed her lips together. âNot at all.â
âMiss, do you know this General Song?â Zhifen whispered. âIndeed⦠heâs a bit scary.â
Though Song Chengyi may not have heard Zhifen, Su Han reprimanded her. âZhifen, apologize to General Song. He is Fatherâs subordinate and tasked with protecting me. Do not speak ill of him!â
Song Chengyi felt somewhat overwhelmed. âMiss, thereâs no need for such formality. I was injured in battle, and my appearance is unattractive, my voice unpleasant. 1 often startle people. Itâs my fault.â
âGeneral Song, do not underestimate yourself. It was my maidâs thoughtlessness. Zhifen, apologize at once!â Su Hanâs tone turned stern.
Zhifen realized her mistake and immediately knelt before Song Chengyi. â1 didnât mean any offense. Please forgive me.â
Song Chengyi shook his head. He didnât wish to frighten Zhifen further, so he remained silent.
Once Su Han boarded the carriage, he mounted his horse and escorted her back.
Su Han paid no mind, but she failed to notice the fervent determination in the eyes beneath the iron mask.
Meanwhile, in the medicine hut, Su Yingxueâs expression remained grim.
Despite Saint Ruan and Su Miaoyanâs playful banter, her lips remained tightly pressed.
Unable to bear it, Saint Ruan stood on a stool and huffed. âWhatâs there to worry about? Thatâs Chu Yihan. Iâve known him since he was a child and heâs never been defeated.â
âBraggart! Your Highness is much older than sister. How could you have watched him grow up!â Su Miaoyan teased, sticking out her tongue at Saint Ruan.
Observing Saint Ruanâs smooth face, Su Miaoyan couldnât help but compare it to Su Yingxueâs.
He watched Chu Yihan grow up?
Pfft!
Saint Ruan raised his charming peach blossom eyes. âIâm seventy-two.â
âWhat?â
Su Miaoyan tumbled off the stool and onto the ground, wincing in pain.
Her butt hurt!
Su Yingxue reached out to help her, and Su Miaoyanâs eyes widened in shock. âSister, is he telling the truth?â
Su Yingxue nodded matter-of-factly. âAbsolutely. Heâs quite the old man!â
âEek!â
Su Miaoyanâs mouth gaped wide enough to fit her fist. âWhy would an old manâ¦. have such flawless skin?â