Seeing that nothing had happened, Song Qingshu finally set his mind at ease. It was not convenient for him to stay and eavesdrop on the women's conversation, so he returned to his newly changed room and began practicing the zither score Ren Yingying had taught him over the past two days. As he pondered and refined it, he became so absorbed that he lost track of time.
Meanwhile, after bidding Madam Ruan farewell, Ren Yingying walked back. Whether through negligence or intent, no one on the ship told her that Madam Ruan had already arranged new rooms for them.
She still returned to the original room. Seeing the handsome man with sword-like brows and starry eyes inside, she could not help smiling. "Qingshu, I'm back."
Had Song Qingshu been there, he would surely have cried out in shock, because there was actually another identical version of himself in the room!
"You're back~" The fake Song Qingshu rose to greet her. She was naturally Madam Ruan in disguise. During this time, she had not revealed the slightest flaw. Only after the two had lowered their guard did she begin carrying out her plan.
The reason she had been able to uncover the most secret intelligence in seemingly impossible situations over the years was mainly because she knew Disguise Art. In fact, A Zhu's Disguise Art had also been taught by her. Her attainments in the art were self-evident.
Because of Wu Xi's rebellion in Sichuan, Han Tuozhou's current situation was fraught with difficulty. He had previously sent many spies to Sichuan to investigate what was happening, but none had returned. Left with no choice, he deployed his most closely guarded secret weapon and sent Madam Ruan personally.
For years, Madam Ruan's public identity had been that of an imperial merchant, but