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Chapter 44: The Plan to Take Down the Commander (12)

Yu'er was overjoyed and ran over without a care in the world. She kissed him as if he were a precious treasure, and then looked seriously at Song Zhishu, who was looking very innocent, and said solemnly, "Miss, I will never let you play with my kite again."

The culprit, Song Zhishu, silently shut her mouth, but still muttered to herself: Wasn't it me who gave it to you?

As expected of Yu'er, on the way back, no matter how tired she was, she never let Song Zhishu carry the kite again, not even a broken or damaged one.

Song Zhishu felt that this was the happiest day since she got married, but she never expected to run into Ji Rong.

She stared blankly at the tall man in front of her, and when she saw his gloomy face, she was startled. She immediately gestured for Yu'er to leave, not wanting Yu'er to worry about her anymore.

Although it was early spring, the air was still dry and cold, and it was almost evening, so there was hardly anyone around. A gust of cold wind blew by, and the pine tree couldn't help but shiver, and said with an awkward smile, "Well, what a coincidence."

When Ji Rong saw her somewhat flustered state, his feelings were inevitably complicated. This was the first time he had seen Song Zhishu like this. His previous impression of her was: rigid and composed. He hadn't expected that such a small, unexpected encounter would make her so flustered. He chuckled inwardly, but still maintained a stern face and said, "It's so late, why are you only just getting back?"

Song Zhishu was still struggling with her lines when Ji Rong's seemingly caring words caught her off guard. She asked excitedly, "Are you... concerned about me?"

"Concerned?" Ji Rong's cold expression faltered upon hearing her words, then he chuckled, "Who cares about you for no reason? Are you just bored?"

The woman, who only reached his shoulder, suddenly lost her vitality, and the obvious color in her eyes disappeared without a trace, leaving only that familiar smile.

The person's sudden change of attitude caught Ji Rong off guard, and before she could react, the other person spoke up, softly, with a unique flavor in the cold wind: "Then I overstepped my bounds." Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Song Zhishu just wanted to get back quickly and didn't want him to see her in this embarrassing state, so she unconsciously quickened her pace.

Ji Rong, who had been in a good mood, frowned and followed.

Outside the magnificent gate, a few lanterns were lit, adding a touch of warmth to the inky black air. Ji Rong hadn't even had time to admire the beautiful scenery before being drawn in by the commotion inside. A vague sense of foreboding crept into her heart.

As he expected, in the spacious courtyard, Song Zhishu was tightly holding the girl whose clothes were stained red with blood. Her expression was unreadable, but she was clutching the kite in her hand, which was also unharmed. "What are you standing there for! Find a doctor! Hurry!" Song Zhishu shouted at the group of servants who had not yet recovered from their shock, holding the weak girl in his arms tightly.

She nervously patted the unconscious Yu'er, but there was still no response. Unsure of her own thoughts, Song Zhishu could only tightly grasp that cold hand, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Yu'er? Yu'er?" The voice was filled with endless sorrow: "Yu'er, wake up, wake up..."

Ning Xi was startled by Song Zhishu's sudden intrusion, and her heart sank even further when she saw Ji Rong, whose expression was inscrutable, not far away.