"Really?" Zhou Zhiruo eyed the two of them suspiciously.
Zhao Min guiltily looked away. "Th... thank you." Her tone was extremely strange, as though she had forced the words out through gritted teeth.
Seeing that she had not exposed him, Song Qingshu was secretly delighted. He winked at her, then said, "Since everything's fine, I'll head out first. You two get some proper rest and conserve your strength. We'll need to hurry on our journey first thing tomorrow morning."
Watching Song Qingshu's departing back, Zhao Min bit down on her pearly teeth. She could not understand why she had not exposed him in front of everyone. Instead, she had covered for him, making it seem as though she had been caught having an affair by the lawful wife...
The thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and Zhao Min shuddered in disgust. She hurriedly shook her head, driving away those wild thoughts. But clever people's minds never stayed idle. Before long, she seemed to think of something else and became deeply melancholy again.
Zhou Zhiruo had expected Zhao Min to settle accounts with her over what she had done earlier. Yet after Song Qingshu left, she simply curled up silently beneath the blankets without saying a word. She was nothing like the usually lofty Mongol County Princess, more like a Jiangnan woman filled with the grievances of her boudoir.
Lan Fenghuang also climbed out of the bath barrel, dried herself, and changed into fresh clothes. She was in a foul mood as well. I'm a victim too, okay? Why is no one concerned about how I feel?
Each of the three women had her own worries, and they soon drifted off to sleep.
Song Qingshu, in the next room, tossed and turned without sleep. Several times, he got up intending to