Bai Qiru was actually utterly exhausted, not just mentally. Her body still bore the wounds of brutal torture; she had merely changed clothes to hide its battered state.
At those unexpected words, she wondered whether her exhaustion had left her dazed.
She ventured a question. "Who is Li Hongjiu?"
She was not making excuses. She truly had never heard of Li Hongjiu. All these years, she had stayed tucked away in the Rice Shop, rarely visiting anyone or socializing.
Shi Chun froze for a moment, wondering whether she was pretending. Even an ordinary person like Dong Liangying knew who he was, yet she had never so much as heard of him? After all, when he worked odd jobs at the Book Hall, he occasionally heard people mention Li Hongjiu. Those scholars had even discussed him.
But after reconsidering her way of life, he could more or less understand.
Besides, whether she knew who Li Hongjiu was did not matter.
He immediately explained, "The personal and final disciple of Qu Wuming, sect leader of the Treasure-Evolving Sect."
Bai Qiru was taken aback. She searched her memories but could not recall ever having dealings with such a person. Someone of that standing could not possibly have left no impression on her. Puzzled, she asked, "Do I know him?"
Shi Chun said, "Ah, you must have met. Otherwise, how could he have fallen for you? For him, it was love at first sight. To you, perhaps he was just a passing stranger by the roadside, someone you paid no attention to."
He spoke with absolute seriousness, but it was all pure fabrication. He was simply pressing ahead when conditions allowed-and creating the conditions to press ahead when they did not.
As for the truth, not everyone needed to know it. Walls might have