In the end, Song Qingshu casually said a few things to dismiss the jailers. Looking at Wanyan Chongjie, who was pouting in sulky anger, and Puchai Alihu, whose expression was rather strange, he suppressed a laugh and said, "All right, all right. They didn't mean anything by it. Don't take it to heart."
Puchai Alihu smiled faintly. The experiences of recent years had long taught her to remain calm in the face of change; this was not even a ripple to her, and she immediately cast it out of her mind. But Wanyan Chongjie was different. Perhaps because of what had happened to her mother, along with the rumors she had heard since childhood—many of which involved words like mother and daughter—she was extremely sensitive about such matters. She snorted irritably. "You must be quite pleased with yourself. We came to visit you out of kindness, yet we ended up boosting your reputation."
Song Qingshu laughed. "We can at least be considered acquaintances. What's wrong with helping a friend save face? It costs me nothing."
"A friend?" Wanyan Chongjie grew even angrier at that word. "What kind of friend poisons someone?" She still bitterly resented how Song Qingshu had forced her and her mother to take the Three Corpses Godly Brain Pill.
"Chongjie!" Puchai Alihu hurriedly tugged at her daughter. Her thinking was more mature than her daughter's, and she knew that under those circumstances, it had been perfectly normal for Song Qingshu to use such methods. There was no point arguing over it now; more important matters remained. "Young Master Song, we came this time to ask why you acted so unwisely. For the sake of an Ever Victorious King, you actually got yourself thrown in here?"
This was the advantage of Song Qingshu making them take the Three