So, he just smiled faintly and said, "No worries, I'll be careful on my own."
Li Wan'er, knowing her father's temperament, gently nodded.
At this moment, another silver-robed figure descended lightly from the high deck and landed gently on the ground.
A familiar voice echoed.
"Xiao Ping'an, I'm going with you!"
Li Wan'er turned to the silver-robed figure and smiled, "With Grandmother Yaojue accompanying Father, I feel much more at ease."
This silver-robed figure was indeed Yaojue, and she stood with her long legs lightly together, neck held high with pride.
Her pretty face and warm lips curled into a soft smile, exuding an aura of mischievous charm that was hard to dislike...
She patted her chest and said, "Don't worry."
Having said that, she turned back to glance at the higher ground.
Behind the railing on the high ground, a faintly visible silhouette of a woman stood tall and beautiful, like a frost-carved jade statue from a distance, none other than Cui Huayin.
