Qin Maoxing stood outside the door and took a deep breath before following the servant into the courtyard.
He never expected that he would come to ask Song Xian for help.
But right now, as Su Huaiqing said, nothing is more important than catching the Liao spies.
With thoughts swirling in his mind, Qin Maoxing braced himself and walked into the study, looking up at Song Xian, who was seated in the main position.
Song Xian's face was cold, his entire being exuding an aura of deadly intent, like a sharp, icy sword that lay before him, making him instinctively want to draw his own sword to confront it.
Qin Maoxing steadied himself and stepped forward to salute, "General Song."
Song Xian lifted his eyes to look at Qin Maoxing and, without pleasantries, directly asked, "Lieutenant Qin, what brings you here?"
