“Change clothes?”
Song Qingchao was a little confused.
“Yes,” Su Yingying explained as she held the clothes. “Although it’s quiet and deserted over there, it’s still better to wear specially made clothes.”
As she held the thin, short garment, her own face flushed red, but Song Qingchao showed no particular reaction.
She thought to herself that Song Qingchao was indeed a vixen.
Song Qingchao reached out and took the clothes. “I understand. I’ll change later tonight. You may leave now.”
She casually placed the clothes by the bed, showing no intention of changing them.
Su Yingying stood by the side without moving.
“I said you can go back to writing.”
Su Yingying appeared conflicted, but Song Qingchao’s impatient look ultimately made her withdraw reluctantly.
Upon exiting the tent, Su Yingying’s expression instantly changed.
She adjusted her skirt hem, then swaggered towards the kitchen to make pastries.
Two plates of chrysanthemum crisps, enhanced with additives, were placed into two baskets.
She carried one basket to find the young leader.
The other basket was directly sent to Song Qingchao’s tent.
Did she really think she was willing to stay by her side? If it weren’t for the young master’s orders, she wouldn’t even want to cast a glance at that sickly woman!
She couldn’t understand what was so good about this woman. In the past, at least she had a status. Even if her body was weak, it was understandable.
But now she had no status, and nothing else was present either.
She had truly bewitched Young Master Feng!
Tonight, she would expose this sickly woman for what she truly was!
She believed that once Young Master Feng saw her lascivious appearance, he would completely despise her!
When night fell.
Su Yingying returned to fetch Song Qingchao.
As she lifted the tent flap, she happened to see Song Qingchao emerge after changing her clothes.
It was a simple white lace dress, yet she wore it with the aura of an elf princess.
Thin veils swirled, revealing her graceful figure tantalizingly, like a pure white jasmine flower.
The lace fishtail hem resembled a mermaid’s tail, lifelike and mysterious, making one unable to resist peeking into her inner purity.
Su Yingying suppressed her jealousy and took a cloak from the rack, draping it over Song Qingchao’s shoulders. Then, she tightened it, pulling the drawstring forcefully.
“Gently.”
Su Yingying merely smiled, then led Song Qingchao outside.
Song Qingchao followed her obediently.
Since that morning, she had felt that Su Yingying was acting strangely.
But she still intended to see what Su Yingying would do.
“Miss, we’re almost there. Be careful of your footing.”
Song Qingchao simply replied with an “En.”
Her gaze remained fixed on the surrounding environment.
This was the path she had taken to get here.
She was certain there were no hot springs in this direction.
Thinking of this, Song Qingchao couldn’t help but feel a little regretful.
If there were indeed hot springs, she could research weapons after obtaining sulfur.
However, on the other hand, she was also looking forward to what Su Yingying would do.
“Oh dear~” Su Yingying, walking ahead, suddenly stumbled and then bent over, clutching her stomach.
Song Qingchao: “…”
That’s it?
But she was still very supportive.
“Are you alright?”
She swore she had never cared for anyone so much before!
“I’m not…” Su Yingying revealed a constipated expression. “My stomach hurts, and I need to relieve myself. Miss Song, the hot spring is just ahead. Can you go there yourself first?”
She pointed to a spot shrouded in darkness. “I’ll be back soon, Miss, don’t worry.”
Song Qingchao supported her. “Alright, go quickly.”
Su Yingying, as if relieved, walked back with a stoop. “Miss, don’t mind me. You go quickly.”
Song Qingchao stood still, watching her receding back, wanting to laugh.
But she still chose to walk forward.
Escaping was not the way to solve problems.
Reacting to circumstances was.
She had this confidence.
With the accumulated duration, she wasn’t afraid of running out of stamina.
After taking only a couple of steps, Song Qingchao realized there were people hidden in the grass behind her.
She took out a dagger from her spatial dimension, gripped it in her hand, and waited on the spot for them to approach.
“Is that you, Miss Yingying?”
Song Qingchao smirked.
Su Yingying’s helper was also a fool.
“Yes…”
She imitated Su Yingying’s voice and replied softly.
With rustling sounds, someone then pounced from behind, wanting to embrace her tightly.
“Little master has missed you for a long time.”
Song Qingchao immediately turned and thrust the dagger forward. Her hooded hat was also blown off by a gust of wind.
The person who rushed out froze upon seeing Song Qingchao’s face, then knelt on the ground with a thud.
“Miss Song, I… I didn’t mean to offend you?”
Song Qingchao twisted her wrist and then sheathed her knife. “Did Su Yingying send you?”
“Yes,” the young leader quickly replied. “She said wearing clothes…”
His voice gradually deepened, then, as if driven mad, he crawled on his knees and lunged at Song Qingchao, behaving like a rutting beast.
Song Qingchao took out the nine-clawed hook to block his attack, her cloak also billowing in the wind with her movements.
However, the man before her did not retreat; instead, his attack grew more fierce.
His demeanor was exactly like someone poisoned!
But… this was not a love蛊, it was more like he wanted to kill her!
Gradually, Song Qingchao also noticed that he was staring at her clothes!
Recalling the cloak Su Yingying had draped over her as she was leaving…
…No wonder it was tied so tightly; it was to prevent the powder from being blown away by the wind!
Upon realizing this, Song Qingchao stopped holding back.
Since Su Yingying could devise such a stratagem to deal with her, she had no intention of letting this man live!
It was also her carelessness; the pastries delivered and the gossamer-thin clothes were truly excellent smoke screens!
Song Qingchao sidestepped his pounce, but her arm was still injured.
“Tsk.”
Impatiently, she swung the nine-clawed hook, directly coiling it around him and flinging him towards a large tree.
Birds roosting on the tree, startled by the commotion, flew into the sky.
The man coughed up blood foam.
However, before Song Qingchao could make another move, the man, exhausted, fell to the ground and could no longer get up.
Song Qingchao: “…”
That’s it?
She was a little perplexed as to why Su Yingying had gone to such lengths…
Did others truly perceive her as so weak?
Song Qingchao put her belongings into her spatial dimension, then considered it and found it acceptable.
Indeed, she was frail and incapable of self-care.
Crouching down, she used her dagger to turn the man’s body over and formulated a plan.
Then, with a hint of disgust, she took off her cloak, rubbed it against the bloodstains on the ground, and cut it with her dagger a few times. Seeing that it wasn't realistic enough, she finally tore it apart.
After putting on her clothes again, she used her hand to stick some of her own blood from her arm and smeared it on her face and neck.
Finally, she took out a bottle of medicine and lavishly sprinkled it onto the corpse.
Life is like a play, and a play is like life.
Wasn't it just acting?
Song Qingchao put the empty medicine bottle back into her spatial dimension; she had no habit of carelessly discarding evidence.
But then she took off her shoes, got some blood on them, and flung them far away in different directions.
Mission accomplished!