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On the roof of Fulai Inn, a man in black clothes with a python pattern was lying on his side with his hands folded behind his head, observing everything downstairs.

His ears moved slightly, listening carefully to the movement downstairs. He would take action if there was a life-and-death crisis. This time, with Shen Jiayu here, these people had been dealt with, so he didn't have to take action and was free.

"Song Yuanbai is such a waste of time." He said this silently in a whisper, which dissipated into the air with the wind and no one could hear.

The moon is still bright in the night sky.

Shen Jiayu in the house looked up at the roof, blinked, tilted his head and moved his right ear towards the roof, listening carefully.

Song Qinghong asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Shen Jiayu shook his head and handed her a glass of water. "It's okay. Maybe I heard it wrong. Drink a glass of water to calm your nerves."

Song Qinghong took the teacup and took a sip. Her pounding heart slowly calmed down. With Shen Jiayu around, she always felt more at ease.

Song Qinghong raised her eyes and stared at Shen Jiayu seriously for a long time, opened her red lips, and then closed them, as if she was considering something.

Shen Jiayu saw that she was worried and thought she was still worried about what happened just now. He sat beside the bed and patted her back again and again, "I and your guards are here, don't worry, listen to me, have a good sleep and nothing will happen when you wake up. Go home early, I'm sure your family is worried about you too."

Hearing her words, Song Qinghong's eyes suddenly showed determination. She put down the teacup, held Shen Jiayu's hand tightly, and said sincerely: "Jiayu, why don't you come with me? Stay by my side in the future, and I will pay you for your work."

Shen Jiayu thought, is there such a good thing?

She was still worried about how to contact Song Qinghong in the future, and she also wanted to borrow her relationship to go to Kyoto to promote the plot of the male and female protagonists. Now that Song Qinghong took the initiative to propose it, it was exactly what she wanted.

Shen Jiayu was secretly happy. Song Qinghong thought she was unwilling to give up her free life, so she hurriedly continued, "You should stay like you are now and do whatever you want. You don't have to stay by my side all the time. As long as you are by my side when I want to see you, that's enough."

Shen Jiayu was even happier now and agreed immediately.

She should have gone back tonight to receive her punishment. Song Qinghong asked her to stay overnight so she could receive her punishment later. If Wen Xiangzhu was in a better mood, the punishment might not have happened.

"But I will come to see you later. I still have some things to do in Ningyuan City. When you get home, write to me and tell me your address. I will come to see you after I have finished." Shen Jiayu explained.

Song Qinghong suddenly felt guilty. She had not told Shen Jiayu her identity when she was away from home. If she didn't tell him, she would be deceiving him, and if she told him, she was worried that Shen Jiayu would go back on his word.

After much hesitation, she decided to confess her identity. She let go of Shen Jiayu's hand, leaned forward and whispered in Shen Jiayu's ear: "I am Song Qinghong, the daughter of the Prime Minister. Jiayu, I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

Shen Jiayu was a little touched. She thought about how much trust her little white flower must have in her to choose to tell her her identity under such circumstances.

Although he was touched, he still had to pretend to know her identity. Shen Jiayu stood up and took a half step back, performing the martial arts etiquette, "Meetings, Miss Song."

Song Qinghong didn't like Shen Jiayu like this. She lifted the quilt, put on her shoes, walked up to her and held her hand. "Don't do this. You are younger than me. From now on, call me Sister Song in private. Jiayu, I like you very much. You are better than those people in Kyoto."

Shen Jiayu, who had already started the performance, still carried out her role to the end, "No, I am of humble status, how can I call you Sister Song?"

Song Qinghong became anxious. She held her hand and said a lot of things, but she didn't see the smile on Shen Jiayu's face.

The maid Luqi was watching the fun from the side until she saw Shen Jiayu's amused smile. She understood and walked over to Song Qinghong and said, "Miss, look at the smile on Miss Shen's face. She is teasing you."

Song Qinghong took a closer look and found that it was just as the maid said, she was teasing her. She was relieved and said in a rare pout, "You really scared me to death."

Shen Jiayu laughed heartily, "Sister Song, go and have a rest."

The three of them rested and continued to sleep late at night.

Song Qinghong slept very badly that night. She was often awakened by nightmares. She opened her eyes and looked around for Shen Jiayu, but only saw Luqi on the bed beside her.

She hurriedly lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, her eyes still looking around, when she suddenly saw Shen Jiayu sitting at the door guarding. She stopped what she was doing and felt a lot more relieved.

She was afraid that she would never be able to leave Shen Jiayu again.

The next morning, the guards set out to wait at the government office. When they arrived, they told them everything about the Fulai Inn, and they also brought the bandits with them.

There were many casualties in Fulai Inn. Ruan Huaide, who had been paying close attention to Fulai Inn, almost choked to death when he learned the news while eating breakfast.

He had taken all precautions but he didn't expect something to happen on the last night before Song Qinghong left. He also arranged for guards to stand guard around. If someone with ulterior motives got wind of it and exaggerated it to tell Prime Minister Song, their whole family would be in trouble.

Last night, the guards of the City Lord's Mansion suddenly withdrew, leaving only Song Qinghong's guards in the Fulai Inn to resist. The only person who could withdraw the guards of the City Lord's Mansion overnight was his son Ruan Shuming.

"Uncle Zhao, go find Ming'er." Ruan Huaide said while suppressing his anger.

Uncle Zhao, the old steward of the City Lord's Mansion, quickened his pace to find Ruan Shuming, while Ruan Shuming was in the yard accompanying Ruan Shuhui to appreciate the flowers.

"Young Master, the master asks you to go to the hall." Uncle Zhao bowed and said respectfully.

Ruan Shuming knew that he could not hide what he had done from Ruan Huaide, but he did not expect that he would be found so soon, and he also received the news.

Those bandits are just small fry and can't cause any big trouble. Song Qinghong must be fine. If something happened, no one would come looking for him now.

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute." Ruan Shuming responded coldly.

Seeing that he agreed, Uncle Zhao bent down and stepped back to report to Ruan Huaide.

Ruan Shuhui was still waiting for him to tell her about what happened last night, but Uncle Zhao suddenly showed up and interrupted their conversation. "Brother, what happened next? Did the guy surnamed Song die?"

"It seems that none of them died, Huier. Brother needs some planning before he can accomplish this. You just wait for some time. Miss Song has already left the city, so we can only act outside the city. The man named Shen was also at the Fulai Inn last night, but we can't find where he originally lived. It's a bit strange..." Ruan Shuming patted her shoulder, got up and left, his voice getting farther and farther away.

"Taohua, I want to go out. Take me to find that untouchable from last night." Ruan Shuhui frowned. She was extremely flustered. If even her brother couldn't do it, it must be very difficult and must be done by others together.

The maid Taohua thought to herself that what was supposed to come had finally come.