"General, the Liao people are right ahead."
The deputy general beside Song Qizheng reported.
Song Qizheng asked, "Did you see the old lady and madam?"
The deputy general replied, "Madam... seems to be... in their hands, and now they're heading north."
Beside him, Song Yu's face changed, "Father, what should we do?"
"Go after them," Song Qizheng commanded, "Under any circumstances, we must capture the Liao people."
Everyone continued forward on horseback, riding swiftly for another ten miles before Song Qizheng reined in his horse, glanced around, and noticed Song Yu's absence.
A fleeting self-deprecating look crossed Song Qizheng's solemn face. All these years, he had always believed in his wise wife and filial son. Even though he was often away fighting, he believed he had never neglected them.
