Just as the Masked Man and Tie Xiongfei tried to persuade Yang Cai to leave the prison and deal with Meng Zhao,
the Hundred Fragrances Garden finally discovered that Tie Xiongfei had left without authorization and vanished without a trace, and hurriedly reported it to Song Zhiwen.
In Wan Niang's maidservant's room, Song Zhiwen stepped through the door in long boots, with the grim-faced Wan Niang at his side.
Song Zhiwen had handsome features and a valiant bearing. He looked around the room, shook his head, and sighed.
Fear showed on Wan Niang's face as she said uneasily,
"Young Master, Wan Niang was incompetent. I failed to keep watch over Tie Xiongfei. Please punish me."
Song Zhiwen reached out and wrapped an arm around Wan Niang's slender, soft waist, soothing her,
"Don't worry. I'm not blaming you. I just find it a pity. Tie Xiongfei is quite capable, and his martial arts are formidable, but his thoughts are far too tangled.
He always thinks I'll harm him, always thinks that keeping him here means I have ulterior motives.
Why can't he understand that I'm helping him? Only I would help him.
Without me concealing his tracks, with Meng Zhao's power and influence, it wouldn't take long for him to be captured. He's really causing me trouble."
Seeing that Song Zhiwen's tone was ordinary rather than honeyed words concealing a dagger, Wan Niang finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her lovely dark brows relaxed, and she breathed fragrance as she guessed,
"Could it be that he stayed in the room for too long and couldn't stand it anymore, so he slipped out to get some air?
Just as you said, without your protection, he wouldn't last long. He shouldn't be that foolish, should he?"
Wan Niang was no ordinary person. She