Cheng Yaojia suddenly rose and knelt before Cheng Ying. "Cousin, I have a favor to ask of you."
Song Qingshu frowned at the sight, but fortunately Cheng Ying stepped forward first and helped her up, stopping her from kneeling. "Cousin, don't do this."
"If you don't agree, I won't get up," Cheng Yaojia said, glancing at Song Qingshu before continuing. "Young Master Song initially refused our request because he knew that once something like this came to light, it would deal a huge blow to his reputation. But he eventually gave in to our husband-and-wife pleas and agreed. Now that something has happened, how could I let Young Master Song take the blame?"
Song Qingshu found it both amusing and exasperating, yet deeply moved as well. He helped Cheng Yaojia to her feet and said calmly, "You don't need to beg her. I can handle this myself."
"At a time like this, I do admire your willingness to take responsibility. But..." Cheng Ying abruptly changed her tone and sneered, "How does Young Master Song intend to handle this?"
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "The simplest way would be to kill you. The dead are best at keeping secrets."
Cheng Ying fell silent at once. She knew he spoke the truth. With her acupoints sealed, she could only let him do as he pleased. Even if her acupoints had not been sealed, given the gap between their martial arts, she would have had no ability to resist.
Cheng Yaojia cried out and hurriedly spread her arms before Cheng Ying. "Young Master, Cheng Ying is the sister I cherish most. Don't hurt her."
Cheng Ying's heart warmed at the sight. "Cousin, you needn't worry. He won't kill me."
Song Qingshu was taken aback. "How can you be so certain I won't kill you?"