Li Pei's side was tense, swords drawn and crossbows loaded, yet elsewhere there was warmth.
"Thank you, Lord Lu, for the rescue. I'm sorry to have caused you trouble," Xiao Qing bowed deeply with a sincere expression.
Lu Yao quickly helped her up, saying, "Madam, you are too polite. It is my duty to help."
The moment he touched the arm of the beautiful matron, a stirring feeling arose in Lu Yao's heart.
The girls in his own family were all young and taut, even Yu Yanmei, the eldest, was the same.
But this ripe madam before him was soft and tender to the touch, a sensation entirely different but very comforting.
Xiao Qing leveraged his support to stand, unaware of the many thoughts that had flashed through the mind of the powerful man before her.
She only felt that her youngest daughter was incredibly fortunate to be married to a Divine Manifestation!
She considered herself lucky through her daughter's status, finally escaping from a life of suffering.