Hearing Cheng Ying's question, Song Qingshu replied irritably, "She had one foot in the underworld, but I pulled her back."
Hearing a man's voice, Cheng Ying shuddered and gradually came to her senses. She looked at Song Qingshu, then at Lu Wushuang beside her, and instinctively glanced down at her own chest. She was instantly dumbfounded.
Cheng Ying was unlike ordinary women. She had always been calm and composed, and instead of panicking and screaming like most women would, she merely bit her lip and said softly, "I need an explanation!"
Though she had not screamed, her lovely cheeks were crimson now. Clearly, she was ashamed and furious to the extreme.
Song Qingshu's will had long since become incomparably strong, and besides, he had a completely clear conscience about this matter. Hearing her accusation, he answered calmly, "It's simple. You were both subdued by that masked man and poisoned by him. You were given the Blazing Fire Pill, while your cousin was given the Nine-Nine Pill. To save you, I had to use water to neutralize the heat and cold within your bodies."
By now, Cheng Ying gradually recalled what had happened. Moreover, having studied under Huang Yaoshi, she knew a little medicine herself and understood that his method had been the best way to detoxify them. The anger that had risen within her slowly faded.
"Thank you for saving me," Cheng Ying said softly, though her expression remained somewhat strange.
Song Qingshu could not help sighing inwardly. No wonder Cheng Ying had always been praised as a gentleman among women. She truly distinguished gratitude from resentment and possessed exceptional bearing. Had any other woman encountered such a situation, it would have been good enough if she had not kicked up a huge fuss. How could she possibly thank him?