"Bastard!" Qi Fang's heart leaped into her throat, and she hurriedly snapped, "I'm bathing in here. Is this something you can look at?"
"Please rest assured, Madam. I will only search for suspicious individuals and will not glance at you even once," the lieutenant colonel replied blandly, then walked step by step toward the screen. He had no choice either. Li Kexiu had given a death order: if they failed to capture Song Qingshu, all of them would lose their heads.
Compared to the immediate danger, offending the women of the prime minister's residence was hardly a big deal.
As she watched his figure draw closer, Qi Fang was frantic and at a loss. She herself was not the problem—her body was beneath the water, and a thick layer of flower petals covered its surface. As long as she did not expose herself, there was no danger of being seen.
But once he came in, how could Song Qingshu hide in the bath? Though the man had said he would not look her way, how could she trust such words? If he casually glanced into the tub, Song Qingshu would have nowhere to hide.
Looking at the thick petals floating on the water, Qi Fang had an idea. If Song Qingshu submerged completely, the man would never notice anything. But the problem was that Song Qingshu was unconscious and could not hold his breath. If she rashly pushed him underwater, he might choke and make a sound, making him even easier to discover. If he made no sound, that would be even more worrying, because he might drown to death.
As she agonized over it, the man was about to enter. With no other choice, Qi Fang gently pressed Song Qingshu beneath the water. Afraid he would choke, she kept