Shui Sheng was frightened pale. As the saying went, a prefect could ruin a family, and a county magistrate could wipe out a household. Though her father had some modest fame in the martial world, if the imperial court truly meant to deal with the Shui family, they would likely be finished.
Song Qingshu was dumbfounded as well. He had thought that, given Wei Xiaobao's cowardly, life-loving nature, he would go along with the situation and release Shui Sheng. Who knew he would pull something like this?
Seeing that Shui Sheng had been frightened enough, Wei Xiaobao chuckled and changed his tone. "However, if you become Brother Song's maid, then for Brother Song's sake, this official will overlook the Shui family's crimes. I've shown you the way. How you choose is up to you."
Shui Sheng's expression shifted uncertainly. At last, she clenched her teeth and said unwillingly, "I'll be a maid!"
"Now that's more like it." Wei Xiaobao happily called to Song Qingshu. "Brother Song, come on, let's continue drinking."
Song Qingshu gave Shui Sheng a wry glance, then resumed drinking with Wei Xiaobao.
That night, the group rested at Yuhua Pavilion. Fearing that something might happen to Wei Xiaobao within his jurisdiction, the local prefect had reserved the entire pavilion for the delegation and stationed heavily armed troops around its perimeter, lest assassins come calling again.
When Song Qingshu returned to his room, slightly drunk, he found Shui Sheng seated quietly on the bed with her acupoints sealed. Hearing the door open, she hurriedly looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear and timidity.
"Those lackeys Zhang Kangnian and the others may not be much at martial arts, but they really know how to make themselves useful." After a brief moment of surprise, Song Qingshu quickly realized