Lu Guanying was deeply moved. He hurriedly rose as if to bow. "Then... then Guanying shall thank Young Master Song in advance."
"Young Master Lu, there's no need for such courtesy. Focus on recovering first. Once your injuries have healed, I'll teach you the Bixie Sword Manual." Song Qingshu quickly reached out and helped him up.
"Mm!" Lu Guanying nodded heavily, his eyes glistening faintly with tears. His heart was filled with gratitude toward Song Qingshu. Comparing him secretly with Tang Kuobian only made the contrast all the more stark—one was in the heavens, the other underground.
"I should be going. Young Master Lu, rest well and recover." Seeing that the time was about right, Song Qingshu stood up.
"I'll see him out." Cheng Yaojia rose as well. For some reason, she now felt especially stifled whenever she was alone in a room with her husband. Instead, she would rather stay with Song Qingshu.
"Mm, see Young Master Song out properly." Lu Guanying did not read anything improper into it. On the contrary, he warmly urged his wife to escort him.
Once they reached the courtyard, Song Qingshu suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Cheng Yaojia with a faintly teasing smile.
"Why are you... looking at me like that?" Cheng Yaojia's face flushed slightly as she turned her head away awkwardly.
"I wanted to know what Madam truly thinks." Song Qingshu walked to her side and chuckled softly. "After what happened last time, the relationship between you and Young Master Lu exists in name only. And with the letter of divorce he gave you before, you have long since become a free woman. Why do you still insist on staying by his side?"
"I don't know." Cheng Yaojia looked lost, her lips moving slightly. "We were husband and