Seeing that Su Qing had returned, Yelüchun quickly cupped his hands. "Have you found her?"
"No, I'll treat your mother first."
Su Qing was a person of few words and did not explain who she was looking for. She did not even explain why she was wearing the uniform of a Tartan soldier.
Yeluchun smiled helplessly. When he was in Luo City, he had already felt that this girl was different. She always kept people at arm's length like a block of ice.
However, everyone had a temper. As long as she could cure Mother's illness, nothing else mattered.
Before he left, Yeluchun looked worriedly at the Second Prince's camp. In the end, a hint of determination flashed across his eyes. He no longer cared about the battle between the two princes and turned around to walk in giant strides toward Mother's yurt.
