Judging by her figure, the woman appeared to be a young maiden. Married women tended to be fuller and more voluptuous, while young girls were slimmer and more youthful. Song Qingshu had the vague feeling that he should know her, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not recall any young woman he knew who might be connected to the Imperial City Department.
"What do you mean by this, miss?" Duan Yanqing's trademark ventriloquism rang out, hoarse and grating enough to make children afraid to cry at night.
The girl said, "A few days ago, the daughter of Shen Yan, Palace Attendant Censor, was abducted by criminals. Our Imperial City Department was ordered to investigate. We heard that the infamous rapist Yun Zhonghe had appeared near Lin'an City, accompanied by a woman. We suspect that Miss Shen was taken by him!"
Yun Zhonghe was staring greedily at the girl's figure, his eyes roaming over her in an utterly lecherous manner. Hearing her words, he let out a cackling laugh. "Little sister, you can eat whatever you like, but you can't just say whatever you like."
Noticing his disgusting, lecherous gaze, the girl's eyes flashed with disgust. She instantly drew the flexible sword at her waist and said coldly, "Who's your little sister?"
"Whoever answers is," Yun Zhonghe replied. Even Song Qingshu, watching from far away, could not help wanting to punch that smile off his face.
The girl, who bore the brunt of it, was naturally even more enraged. With a flick of her hand, several silver needles flew before Yun Zhonghe's eyes. His smile froze, but he had no time to dodge.
Song Qingshu gave a soft sound of surprise. Her needle technique was quite ingenious. Over the years, aside from Dongfang Muxue, this girl