The military camp.
Lu Lingxiao spotted Meng Qianqian from afar, sitting by the campfire with a group of fierce and battle-hardened soldiers. Zhang Feihu seemed to have said something to her, leaving her dazed and wide-eyed, which elicited laughter from everyone around her.
To Lu Lingxiao, this version of Meng Qianqian was completely foreign. It felt as if he had never truly known her.
What kind of life did she lead growing up in the Meng Family? Where did she learn her martial arts skills? Why did she keep it all hidden from him?
"General Lu," a young soldier passed by, carrying two jars of wine and offering a polite bow. "Would you like to join us for a drink?"
Lu Lingxiao looked in Meng Qianqian's direction. "I..."
The soldier noticed the bandage wrapped around Lu Lingxiao's head and hurriedly added, "Oh, you're still injured. Never mind, better head back to your tent and rest up properly!"
