A Favor

Upon hearing the two girls, Empress Peiman turned back and looked at Song Qingshu with a faint smile. The Yellow-robed Woman's expression was even more subtle, and the fury in her eyes nearly set Song Qingshu ablaze.

"Why are you looking at me? I wasn't the one who said that." Song Qingshu was equally depressed. The two little girls had clearly been teasing him—he was the victim here, all right?

"What nonsense are you two little girls spouting? Is that something I can help you with?" Song Qingshu irritably rubbed Zhao Hu'er and Zhao Yuanyuan's heads. Hmm, it felt pretty good. He had finally tried that head-patting move from the Land of Neon.

"We just don't want that man's filthy stuff smeared on us." Zhao Hu'er pouted, clearly dissatisfied that her request had not been taken seriously.

"Stop fooling around." After saying that, Song Qingshu turned to Peiman. "There's no need to make things so complicated. Once the scene gets chaotic, who would notice such details? I refuse to believe we'll be unlucky enough to run into someone like Holmes or Conan."

"Who are Holmes and Conan? Those names are so strange. Are they people from the Western Regions?" After a brief daze, Empress Peiman shook her head. "No, we cannot rely on luck. Once we are discovered, perhaps you and this lady can escape due to your formidable martial arts, but everyone else will meet a terrible end."

Seeing Song Qingshu frown in silence, Empress Peiman suddenly said, "Young Master Song, there are some things I would like to discuss with you alone."

"We're all grasshoppers tied to the same rope now. What can't be said in front of everyone?" the Yellow-robed Woman said unhappily.

Empress Peiman gave a seductive smile. "This matter is extremely dangerous. Perhaps I won't