Song Qingshu naturally knew Zhongyuan Yidianhong had arrived and could not help laughing. "What, you can't sleep either?"
Zhongyuan Yidianhong's face darkened. "With so many people coming to find you, how could I dare let my guard down?" Secretly protecting Song Qingshu did not mean he went without sleep around the clock. Most of the time, he only paid close attention when there was any disturbance nearby. Yet one person had barely left when another arrived, one after another, leaving him no chance even for a brief nap.
Song Qingshu grumbled inwardly. Gu Zixian attacked me just now, and I didn't see you show up. Still, he could understand. With the door shut, anyone would naturally assume something amorous was about to happen. Zhongyuan Yidianhong had kept his distance, and Gu Zixian had been subdued in an instant, so how could he have known there had been a fight inside?
"Can't you just pull some girl into your room and get a proper night's sleep?" Zhongyuan Yidianhong looked utterly perplexed.
Song Qingshu was left speechless, thinking that an assassin's way of thinking really was direct enough.
"Don't worry. No one else will come tonight." Rather than face Zhongyuan Yidianhong's zombie-like expression, he would rather return to his room and sleep.
Only after seeing the door firmly shut did Zhongyuan Yidianhong nod and vanish into the darkness once more.
Early the next morning, the Southern Song and Jin Dynasty delegations packed up and continued toward Xingqing Prefecture. With Wanyan Chongjie's approval, Galdan's group traveled with them as well. Xue Pan and the other young masters were overjoyed and hurried over to the Dual Cultivation Manor to fuss over them.
As could be expected, Gu Zixian still paid them little heed. Only when she occasionally looked at Song Qingshu from afar did