The ode attracted everyone’s attention. They saw a young man meandering over.

He dressed in a simple manner without any decoration. A woodcutter was hanging by his waist, a carrying pole on his shoulder. He had a natural and free expression as he sang a strange song.

“Young Noble Li! Over here!” Yang Ling called out for him.

Li Qiye stopped and stared at her: “What is it?”

“It’s nothing. This place is very lively with everyone gathered. You should come with us.” She winked at him with good intention. 

She thought that Sir Shang might be scheming, wanting to use Li Qiye. Thus, if he were...