Taixing Year Thirteen, August Twenty-Fifth.
Duke Qing Li Dong and Left Guard Middle General Tang Ziqian were ordered to suppress the rebels in Hedong.
The time drew towards late autumn, the morning fog was thick and pervasive.
Li Mu saw Miss Tang approaching through the morning fog, the red patterns embroidered on her cloak swayed gently with her steps, threading through the white mist like sly swimming fish.
Who knows when she'll swim over to him?
"I heard you've been at Duke Yan Mansion for several years, always sticking by Second Miss Tang?" a low laughing voice from Qin Rong sounded beside him.
Li Mu couldn't be bothered to respond to her.
The young girl over there said something that made the others burst into laughter; Tang Ziqian even hugged her joyfully.
Li Mu hesitated whether to take the initiative and walk over.
But if he went over, he couldn't talk privately.
