Shame-Filled, Furious Interrogation

"What are you doing, Madam?" At this moment, there was only one person behind him—Ge Bi. Song Qingshu steadied his breathing, confident that he could evade her dagger the instant she struck. But he wanted to know why she was doing this, so after hesitating for a moment, he did not act.

"Madam?" Ge Bi gave a soft laugh, her voice carrying a trace of mockery. "After acting for so long, have you really started to think you're my husband?"

Song Qingshu's heart sank. "So you knew all along."

Seeing that he did not deny it, Ge Bi's expression became complicated. "Who are you really?"

Song Qingshu sighed. There was no longer any need to hide it. He reached up to remove the mask from his face, but Ge Bi suddenly snapped, "Don't move!" At the same time, the dagger at his throat pressed tighter.

"Didn't you ask who I am? I only wanted to take off my mask." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly.

"You are not allowed to move. I'll remove it." Ge Bi had seen his skills and knew how formidable his martial arts were. She did not dare let down her guard in the slightest.

Song Qingshu shrugged, indicating that it was up to her. "By the way, how did you spot the flaw?"

"Earlier, in the carriage, you caught the assassin's short sword between two fingers. My husband did not have such skill." As she spoke, Ge Bi felt around for the mask on his face.

"So that was it. No wonder you started acting strangely afterward." Song Qingshu silently cursed himself. He was usually so sharp—how had he suddenly become so foolish here?

By then, Ge Bi had already peeled away his mask. When she saw his face clearly, she was briefly dazed. "It really is