After all, he was a scholar; his martial arts were lacking, so he had to trouble Mo Qi to make more trips.
However, today when he returned, Yun Sijin still did not open the door for him.
Until he leaned against the window and said, "Madam, I found Yang Xianhui. Please allow your husband to come in and tell you all about it?"
"Creak—"
The door opened.
Zhuo Junli smiled secretly, lifted his head, and boldly stepped inside.
On Leng Muling's end, Mo Qi was also telling her about Yang Xianhui.
"She was swept downstream and was rescued by someone in the flood-stricken village. She was quite clever, discarded her armor, and stayed hidden in a villager's home to recuperate, never revealing her identity. This allowed me to find her and bring her back safely."
Mo Qi sat opposite Leng Muling, recounting calmly.
Leng Muling's five slender fingers tightly gripped the embroidered pillow, "If not for her wit, wouldn't she have fallen victim to foul play?"
