Back when the Tong family in the capital had bullied Shuang'er, Song Qingshu had been willing to offend a meritorious noble family to stand up for her. If there was really nothing between the two, Suo'etu would be the first not to believe it.
"Brother Suo~" Shuang'er said, utterly embarrassed.
Suo'etu laughed heartily. "Shuang'er, there's no need to be shy. Whether it's Brother Wei or Brother Song, they're both one of us to me. It's all the same, hahaha..."
Song Qingshu smiled knowingly. This Suo'etu really was skilled at reading people. After listening for a while longer and confirming that Shuang'er was safe and sound, he chose to leave quietly and wait until nightfall to rescue her.
When he returned to his room, he found that Cheng Yaojia indeed had not left. She sat by the window, twisting the corner of her clothes in her hands as she stared blankly outside.
Hearing movement at the door, Cheng Yaojia startled like a frightened rabbit. Only after seeing that it was Song Qingshu did she let out a breath of relief. "You're back?"
Song Qingshu could not help laughing. "The way you said that makes you sound like a little wife welcoming her husband home."
The smile that had just appeared on Cheng Yaojia's lips froze. She turned away at once, presenting him with her back. "Why are you like this~"
Song Qingshu knew she was truly angry, but even her angry voice was so soft and coquettish that it nearly melted his heart.
"We Jurchens are different from you Han Chinese. Whatever comes to our minds, we say directly. We are not as roundabout as you Han Chinese," Song Qingshu said. He had been playing Tang Kuobian for quite some time now, and he had become thoroughly accustomed to it; even