Li Qingmu muttered in embarrassment, "General Cao, I was forced!"
"Hmph, forced?"
Cao Yin eyed him skeptically, thinking this kid was truly depraved, with a black heart, black lungs, black intestines, not to mention he loved to act innocent and righteous!
Luckily for him, he's older and has eaten more salt than this kid, otherwise, he'd be fooled.
"Grandfather, he really was forced!"
Long Yue quickly interceded for her man, grabbing Li Qingmu and rolling up his sleeve, pointing at the scrapes, "Grandfather, look! Luo Xiaoxiao was outmatched and thrown off the horse by my husband, unwilling to accept it, and while we were unprepared, she cut the horse's legs with a long sword. If I hadn't taught him some martial arts before, he might've been killed!"
Cao Yin glanced over; indeed, Li Qingmu's arm and elbow were full of scrapes, some stuck to his clothes, oozing blood.
"That's definitely too much!"
