Back at the tavern, the Beggar's Clan members' discussion of her had left Shi Xiangyun deeply indignant. She had insisted on going out to prove that Wei Ruolan was better. At the time, Song Qingshu had thought she might be Wei Ruolan's younger sister or something. Who would have known he was actually the man she loved?
"Why are you looking for my father?" Shi Xiangyun suddenly asked.
"This..." Song Qingshu hesitated, offering no specifics. "I came to discuss something with your father."
"Hmph, do you think I don't know just because you're being so secretive?" Shi Xiangyun snorted and could not help rolling her eyes at him. "It's about Yue Fei, isn't it? You want my father to help mobilize the censors."
Song Qingshu's expression shifted. Only then did he recall that although Shi Xiangyun was known for being adorably naive, she had never been foolish. Having grown up in such an environment, her knowledge was naturally different from that of ordinary young ladies.
"That is indeed as you say, Miss Shi." There was no harm in admitting it. Song Qingshu smiled faintly, knowing she must have more to say.
Sure enough, a crafty gleam flashed in Shi Xiangyun's eyes. "Do you have any friendship with my father?"
Song Qingshu shook his head. "No."
Shi Xiangyun's lips curved upward slightly. "What benefit would my father gain from Wan Qixie's downfall?"
Song Qingshu shrugged. "It seems there is none."
The curve of Shi Xiangyun's lips rose even higher. "Then do you think my father would help you?"
Song Qingshu rubbed his nose, his expression equally troubled. "The chances do not seem very high."
Shi Xiangyun finally smiled. "Not very high? He simply won't help you at all."
Song Qingshu was unconcerned. "Miss Shi, you did not say all this merely