The moonlight spread across the fields, tranquil and serene.
Shadows danced within the house; this should have been a wonderful night.
But sometimes, the more you fear something, the more likely it is to come.
Just as Li Qiao'er had made all the preparations, and Wang Xiaolong had already mounted his horse with sword in hand, a sharp cry suddenly rang out from outside.
"Elder sister, come quickly and help!"
The voice was both familiar and close, as if coming straight from the yard gate.
Li Qiao'er's eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly sprang open, and she said in slight panic, "It's my aunt-in-law!"
Wang Xiaolong frowned, "Liang Xiangcui?"
Li Qiao'er nodded slightly, "Her voice is very distinctive; it's definitely her!"
Wang Xiaolong pondered for a moment, but didn't get up. Instead, as he bent over, he said with a smile, "She just called out for 'elder sister,' so she must be looking for Liang Xiangxiu. Let's ignore her and continue."
