Liu Qingqing, is it really her?
The girl now looked completely different from half a year ago.
She was wearing a coarse cloth jacket and a headscarf, her skin tanned dark, and her cheeks suspiciously flushed red.
"Pfft."
His gaze lingered on the red flush for a moment, and he couldn't help but laugh, much to the dismay of the girls who revered the young general.
"You, why are you laughing? What's so funny?"
Liu Qingqing happened to catch a glimpse of his teasing smirk and, feeling both embarrassed and angry, retorted without hesitation.
"How dare you talk to the general like that!"
"That's right, a lowly servant dares to defy the general."
"Someone like her needs to be taught a lesson, or she won't know any better."
Without a doubt, Liu Qingqing had angered everyone. The heartbroken and hurt girls needed an outlet for their anger, and they directed it all at her.
The tragedy unfolded.
