Once the whole army was packed up, Hou Yuxiao, holding Zhao Qingxue, got onto the carriage. Just as he was about to set her down, he noticed Zhao Qingxue's small hand tugging at his sleeve, not letting go, seemingly wanting to keep him in the carriage.
"Don't leave, I have something to tell you!"
Hou Yuxiao had a rough idea of what Zhao Qingxue wanted to say. He nodded to the Gao brothers outside the carriage, signaling them to set off, while he himself stayed inside, sitting beside Zhao Qingxue. He didn't ask anything, just quietly waited for her to speak.
"Zhao Yulong is my great-grandfather, my mother Zhao Yuling is his granddaughter..."
As Hou Yuxiao expected, Zhao Qingxue indeed spoke of her own background.
Zhao Qingxue was not yet thirty years old, yet Zhao Yulong was her great-grandfather, who was from the earlier Great Yu Dynasty.
