Song Qingshu quickly dodged aside, narrowly avoiding the killing thrust. Shuang'er stood before him with a frosty expression, sharp sword in hand as she stabbed at him. He could not help but be astonished. Had Shuang'er's martial arts reached such a level already? I was clearly so careful—how had I still alerted her?
What he did not know was that Shuang'er had always been intelligent and meticulous. Although she had obtained Suo'etu's assurance during the day, she was now deep in enemy territory. How could she possibly trust him completely? Thus, she had deliberately tied a silk thread across the doors and windows, with the other end tied to her hand. That way, she would discover anyone entering at once.
Seeing Song Qingshu evade the strike she had been certain would hit, Shuang'er was greatly alarmed. From his movement just now, she immediately determined that his martial arts were far superior to hers. Instinctively, she opened her mouth to alert the guards outside for help. After all, Suo'etu was still ostensibly on her side.
When he saw her about to cry out, Song Qingshu inwardly cursed. If he alerted the others, things would be difficult to cover up today. At that moment, he deeply regretted forgetting to remove Tang Kuobian's mask before entering.
Song Qingshu flashed forward and appeared beside Shuang'er in an instant. One hand covered her mouth, stifling her cry, while the other pressed down on her shoulder and pinned her against the nearby wall.
Feeling the man's overwhelming pressure, Shuang'er was terrified and hurriedly struggled. As he felt her soft, supple body twisting in his embrace, Song Qingshu's body reacted involuntarily.
Shuang'er stiffened all over, then struggled even harder.
"Shuang'er, it's me!" Seeing the panic on her face, Song Qingshu's heart ached. He hurriedly tore off the