Qi Sanshun's words left Ye Xinyan dumbstruck, and she reacted instantly—was she being looked down upon by this brat?
Ye Xinyan was about to step forward and give him another lesson to see just how much better he could be than a woman, but she was pulled back by Qi Jiaer tugging at her sleeve. He whispered, "Sister, I want to go too when I'm grown up."
"..." Ye Xinyan looked down at Qi Jiaer's envious and longing gaze, then lifted her eyes to see more than a dozen figures sitting on horses outside the courtyard in the night, ready to leave. The sound of hooves, together with the occasional snorts of the horses, added a restlessness to the already vague silhouettes of the riders.
Was this the difference between men and women? Would their perspectives on matters always diverge? Even someone as young as Qi Jia was filled with an admiration for such masculine vigor?
