Hearing the masked man's question, Song Qingshu felt a surge of joy and wished the masked man would ask more questions of the sort so that he might perhaps have a chance to figure out who the Faceless Man truly was.
It was a pity Prince Yi did not give him the chance, and he only heard the prince reprimand with some displeasure, "You have followed me for so long yet still do not understand the rules. Do not ask what should not be asked. If you try to probe like this again, intentional or not, the result will be the same."
"This subordinate deserves death, this subordinate deserves death..." Though he could not see it, he could well imagine that cold sweat was pouring down the masked man's face at that moment.
Song Qingshu, lurking outside, silently lamented the missed opportunity. Judging from the information obtained so far, probably only Prince Yi alone knew the Faceless Man's true identity. Yet his own status was sensitive, and it was impossible for him to capture the prince to interrogate him for a confession. Of course, there was another factor: he did not wish to alert the enemy too early, for the Ghostly Villa's conspiracy very likely worked to his advantage at present.
Continuing to listen for a moment longer and seeing that no more valuable intelligence could be heard, Song Qingshu quietly left the Prince of Qi's Mansion and made his way toward the Heavenly Prison. Now that Hua Yue and the others were being targeted by the Ghostly Villa, he had to rescue them as soon as possible to avoid prolonged nights and dreams.
At certain moments, Song Qingshu almost admired Prince Yi, not only because great minds thought alike on the matter of Hua Yue and the others, but