Hearing these people mock her lover, a flicker of anger flashed through Ren Yingying's lovely eyes. If this secret journey had not required them to keep a low profile, she might have sent her men to cut out their tongues. Though she was gentle as water before her lover, she was also the Saint Maiden of the Demonic Cult. Back on Five Hegemony Ridge, when she punished cult members by severing their hands and feet and banishing them overseas, she had not so much as furrowed a brow.
Instead, Song Qingshu patted her hand and comforted her. "No need to lower yourself to their level."
Seeing how unruffled he was, Ren Yingying gradually calmed down as well. At the same time, a trace of daze flashed through her heart as she recalled every little moment she had spent with her lover. Sometimes she found him utterly infuriating, yet at other times he was more of a gentleman than anyone else. He truly was a man as inscrutable as a riddle.
Just then, a beautiful maid emerged from the ship and looked toward the shore. "Which young master spoke just now?"
No one needed to answer. The gazes of everyone on shore converging upon Song Qingshu had already made the answer clear.
Quite a few people nearby secretly rejoiced at his misfortune, thinking that after offending Madam Ruan, the boy was surely in for trouble.
Yet what happened next made everyone's eyes nearly fall out. The beautiful maid smiled faintly. "Our madam invites the young master aboard for a chat."
"Thank you for Madam's generous invitation." Song Qingshu was not surprised in the slightest. Holding Ren Yingying's hand, he slowly boarded the ship amid the shocked, baffled, and envious gazes of the crowd around them.
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