The other party's voice was soft, but how could it possibly escape Song Qingshu's current Grandmaster cultivation? Hearing that she wanted Xiren to inspect his body, he could not help but furrow his brow.
He had to know that when he had first impersonated Jia Baoyu, what he had feared most were precisely maids like Xiren, who stayed by Jia Baoyu's side. They had served Jia Baoyu since childhood and spent every day in close intimacy with him. They knew Jia Baoyu far better than Madam Wang or Grandmother Jia ever could.
Especially Xiren, whom Jia Baoyu had long since taken into his room—no one knew her young master's body better than she did. Although Song Qingshu had disguised himself to look exactly like Jia Baoyu and had even altered his physique to match using the Bone-Shrinking Art from the Nine Yin Manual, there were still details of his skin and body that could never be made identical. Xiren was always meticulous; she would most likely notice something amiss.
Song Qingshu had actually faced the same problem last time. However, he had soon entered the palace and become involved in the affair with the imperial concubines, frightening Jia Sidao into hurriedly sending him out of Lin'an City. He had then taken the chance to restore his identity, while Jia Baoyu had disappeared from that day onward. Naturally, he had not needed to face the scrutiny of maids like Xiren.
The simplest solution would have been to get rid of Xiren. But first, that would easily arouse suspicion, and second, it did not suit Song Qingshu's nature. He had always valued the lives of ordinary people and would never kill an innocent maid for his own selfish purposes.
While he was pondering this, Xiren pushed open the door with a smile