The young man frowned at her words, but did not argue further.
Song Qingshu was somewhat curious. "Is someone hunting you?"
The young woman nodded. "Yes, there's someone... no, he's an evil ghost. His skills are terrifying. We only managed to shake him off temporarily because our riding was good, but now our horses have died of exhaustion. He'll probably catch up to us soon."
When she mentioned the horses dying, she looked deeply grieved. Clearly, she had been very attached to them.
"Are you planning to help us?" A flicker of hope suddenly appeared in the young woman's eyes.
"No." Song Qingshu's answer was equally straightforward.
"Han Chinese really are despicable." The young man beside her flew into a rage, rolling up his sleeves as he prepared to punch him.
The young woman stopped him. "Forget it, Su Pu. Such a magnificent horse must be worth a fortune. If it were us, we would be reluctant to sell it to others too."
The young man sat down resentfully, though he could not help muttering, "What do Han Chinese know about horses?"
"Um, could you... sell us some provisions? We've been traveling in such a hurry that we have nothing left to eat." The young woman sounded embarrassed, clearly ashamed to make such a request.
Song Qingshu froze for a moment, then casually tossed a packet over. "Eat. It's free."
The young woman was overjoyed. "Thank you." She accepted it and immediately passed some to her companion.
The young man frowned. "Han Chinese are the most treacherous. Be careful, it might be poisoned."
The young woman shook her head. "We're strangers with no grudge between us. Why would he harm me? Besides, if he truly had ill intentions, he would have acted more warmly toward us. You're overthinking it."
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