"Kill Wu Zhirong just like that?" Shuang'er stared at Song Qingshu in shock.
"Of course." Song Qingshu gently wiped away the traces at the corner of her lips. "He offended my Shuang'er. How could I let him continue living happily and freely?"
When she saw what was on his hand, Shuang'er's face immediately flushed crimson. "But Yangzhou is still under Qing rule. If we kill him like this, I'm afraid it will bring Brother Song endless trouble."
"Don't worry. I have a way to deal with it," Song Qingshu said confidently.
Seeing how certain he was, Shuang'er's eyes lit up. What woman would not like seeing her beloved so high-spirited? "All right, I believe in you, Brother Song."
Song Qingshu took Shuang'er's hand and silently led her out of the circuit intendant's yamen. Shuang'er was filled with admiration. "Brother Song, your martial arts have improved so much again. The circuit intendant's yamen is guarded so tightly, yet even with someone beside you, you moved through it as though no one were there."
"If Shuang'er wants to learn, I can teach you." Song Qingshu looked at her tenderly.
Shuang'er shook her head. "Mm-mm, no. Before, I learned martial arts to avenge the Zhuang family, but now Brother Song can avenge me and protect me from being bullied. Why would I need to learn martial arts? For a girl to wield blades and spears is ultimately inelegant."
"That is true." Song Qingshu raised her little hand before his eyes. "Such fair, delicate hands—if training martial arts rubbed calluses onto them, that would truly be a waste."
"Brother Song~" Shuang'er hurriedly pulled her hand back, though her heart was as sweet as honey.
Seeing her infinitely bashful expression, Song Qingshu felt an itch in his heart. Still, business came first. "Good Shuang'er, I've