The Sang family by this side was vomiting blood, especially Sang Yijun who had truly lost both his wife and soldiers. Meanwhile, Dugu Qianye was quite merry.
Dugu Qianye sat on the left couch, while Sang Yu and her mother were on the right. At this moment, Sang Yu was closing her eyes to restore her spiritual power. This time wasn't as mentally draining as last time, so her recovery was quicker.
"Thank you, Lord Duke, for looking after my daughter," Chen Yiran bowed ceremoniously to Dugu Qianye. She knew her daughter's current prowess was all thanks to this young man before her.
Dugu Qianye was startled by Chen Yiran's action and quickly asked her to stand up, laughing, "Aunt Chen, Yu and I are partners, her mother is naturally like my mother. I cannot accept such a grand gesture from you. If you don't mind, you can call me Baili, or Qianye."
"Baili Qianye?"
