When Duke Qi arrived in the front hall, he saw Song Yaoyao.
He immediately put on a smile and, pretending to know nothing, said:
"Princess Jiahe, what a rare guest!
Someone, bring tea at once. Use my finest tea leaves."
A servant answered, "Yes."
There was nothing amiss with Duke Qi's manner. The old bastard certainly knew how to put on an act!
Song Yaoyao had no desire to trade empty pleasantries with him and went straight to the point:
"There's no need for tea!"
Duke Qi said with a smile:
"Princess Jiahe so rarely visits the Duke's Residence. I must show you proper hospitality."
"Duke Qi, stop trying to pull the wool over my eyes.
Let's speak plainly. You sent men to assassinate my eldest brother, and today, you owe me an explanation."
Song Yaoyao did not mention Duke Qi's attempt to assassinate Yuan Jibai, only the attack on her eldest brother, Song Qingyu. That gave her even stronger grounds for coming to his door!
Duke Qi said with a look of astonishment:
"What? Young Master Song was attacked by assassins?
Is he all right?"
"Heh, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, Duke Qi. My eldest brother only suffered a few superficial wounds!"
"That's a relief!"
"Duke Qi, your acting is truly convincing. What a waste that you never took to the stage!"
Duke Qi continued playing dumb and said:
"Princess Jiahe enjoys watching plays too? So do I!
I recently heard there's a new play out. What was it called again? If you have time, Princess Jiahe, you really must go see it..."
Song Yaoyao simply watched Duke Qi perform. This old bastard really knew how to keep up an act!
Whatever she said, he could pick it up and keep talking!
Song Yaoyao mocked him:
"Duke Qi, we're