Fu Junzhuo froze. She had only meant it as a polite courtesy—who knew he would actually press her for an answer?
After thinking it over, she replied, "I'll repay you by serving you as an ox or horse in my next life. Satisfied?" It was an answer difficult to pick apart. She had deliberately avoided phrases like "binding grass and carrying rings," worried he might misunderstand something.
"An ox or horse?" Song Qingshu paused. "I don't plow fields, so what would I need oxen and horses for? Wait, oxen and horses can be ridden... are you saying..."
"Get lost!" Fu Junzhuo was furious. If he had not saved her several times, any other spoiled young master who dared tease her like this would have been run through with her sword long ago.
Fu Junyu, standing nearby, could not help tugging his ear. "You brat, you're getting bolder and bolder. You actually dared flirt with my sister?"
Song Qingshu looked innocent. "I thought you were hinting at something."
Even Fu Junyu blushed slightly. "Enough. We're going to save the Crown Prince. This has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to come along. It's too dangerous."
"You two are badly injured. Aren't you just going to your deaths if you go like this?" Song Qingshu frowned at their pale, frail faces.
"But he is our Crown Prince. We have to save him." Fu Junzhuo took her sister's hand. "That's enough. Go back. If you truly want to help, notify Western Xia for us."
Song Qingshu sighed. "Your Crown Prince really has nothing to do with me, but you two have a great deal to do with me. You still owe me for saving you. If you die, wouldn't I be losing out badly? No, I'm coming with you."
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