Another two days passed, yet there was still no news of Huang Rong. Song Qingshu stood by the study window, gazing at the distant scenery as he sank into thought. The Beggar's Clan and the White Lotus Society had joined forces to search; logically, they should have found even an ant by now. Yet there was still nothing...
Thinking of the information relayed from Guo Jing, Jia Sidao also seemed to have sent people to investigate, with no results either.
"Who exactly kidnapped Huang Rong?" Song Qingshu had a splitting headache.
At that moment, Ren Yingying entered carrying a dish. Seeing his worried expression, she said gently, "Qingshu, have some lotus seed soup." A woman's sensitivity had made her realize that there was something unusual about the relationship between her lover and Huang Rong, but she did not think in that direction. After all, Guo Jing and Huang Rong were a famously devoted couple in the martial world, while Song Qingshu and Huang Rong were worlds apart in status. If there really were something between them, it would be far too shocking.
"Why did you come out? The maids could have handled this." Seeing Yingying standing there timidly, her slender waist seemingly fragile enough to snap in a gust of wind, Song Qingshu could not help but feel sorry for her. He hurried over to support her.
"Ah," Ren Yingying said, blushing at the warmth of his hand, "I'm not that weak."
"You've badly depleted your vital energy. You need to recuperate properly." Song Qingshu took the dish from her and helped her sit down.
For some reason, Ren Yingying suddenly recalled how, in the thatched hut, they had reached a crucial moment in their intimacy only for her to cough up blood because she was too weak, bringing everything