Hearing footsteps approaching from afar, Yang Miaozhen knew it was dangerous to remain here. Although Song Qingshu was an acquaintance, she could not make sense of the situation for the moment. Years of ingrained caution kept her from staying in danger. She gave Song Qingshu a deep look, then decisively ran outside.
"Where do you think you're going?" Qiu Qianren's furious shout came from outside, followed by another burst of clashing weapons. Before long, the sounds of combat faded farther and farther away.
"Reporting to the Marshal, the assassin's martial arts are formidable. Before we could surround the assassin, the assassin broke through the encirclement. Mr. Qiu has gone after the assassin," a personal guard reported from outside the door.
Song Qingshu replied blandly, "Inform Mr. Ouyang and have him bring Mr. Qiu back. There is no need to pursue the assassin."
"Yes!" Though the guard was puzzled, military orders were absolute, and he did not dare ask questions. He hurriedly withdrew.
Song Qingshu pondered to himself. With Yang Miaozhen's martial arts, she naturally had no reason to fear Qiu Qianren. But if the two truly fought, he did not want either side to suffer any mishap. Besides, even if Yang Miaozhen were captured and brought back, deciding how to deal with her would be a headache. He might as well let her leave. After all, she had merely caught a glimpse of him and lacked sufficient information. Even if she became suspicious, she could not determine the connection between him and Tang Kuobian.
Having dealt with the assassin incident, Song Qingshu finally turned back and looked at Daiqisi, who seemed somewhat distracted. He asked curiously, "Why did you save me just now?"
Daiqisi shook her head blankly and murmured, "I don't know either. I just pushed you away on