Song Xi knocked on the door for a long time before Meng Shu finally opened it.

Seeing that Meng Shu had no intention of inviting her in to sit down, Song Xiwei felt a little awkward. "Um, Meng, is it convenient for us to come in and talk?"

Meng Shu looked behind Song Xiwei and didn't see anyone else. Actually, he wanted to make sure that the other person had come along.

Song Xiwei noticed Meng Shu peeking around nervously, looking as if he were afraid of something.

“He didn’t come, it’s just me,” Song Xiwei hurriedly said to Meng Shu.

"Lord Song, please."

Meng Shu breathed a sigh of relief and welcomed Song Xiwei inside.

"There's no more tea..." Meng Shu said, looking troubled.

Song Xi waved her hand slightly, "I'm just here to talk, not for tea, so don't bother."

"……good."

Meng Shu stood there nervously. Seeing his unease, Song Xiwei said, "Sit down. I don't know how to start the conversation if you're standing like this."

Meng Shu then sat down, but even after sitting down, his body remained very stiff.

"Does Aoqian have some kind of unpleasantness with you in private?" Song Xiwei always felt that the two of them wouldn't be at odds for no reason; there must be a reason.

As for this question, even if you ask Aoqian, he might not be able to tell you.

It's more likely that Meng Shu will find out the answer.

Song Xiwei's question startled Meng Shu, who stammered, "I...I don't know where I offended Lord Aoqian..."

"Um?"

“It’s true, Lord Song. From the first time I met him, I felt that he disliked me. It was the same when the three of us were traveling back to Sheng Kingdom together. I... I really don’t understand…”

"Is that so?" Song Xi sighed.

It seems that Aoqian is probably having a relapse, and his dislike for Mengshu is completely unfounded.

Seeing Meng Shu looking like a frightened bird, Song Xi said with a hint of guilt, "I'm sorry to have troubled you. I will try my best to avoid any clashes between you two in the future. He... he actually has his reasons, and he may not really hate you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come all the way to Sheng Kingdom with us to help you. For my sake, please don't take it to heart, okay?"

Meng Shu was thankful that he didn't only have to deal with terrifying people like Ao Qian along the way; thankfully, he had the gentle and easy-going Song Xiwei.

"Don't worry, Lord Song, I won't take it to heart. On the contrary, I feel bad for causing you all the trouble of traveling all the way."

Meng Shu lowered his head in shame.

Seeing that Meng Shu really didn't seem to care, Song Xiwei breathed a sigh of relief. "Alright, it's getting late, so I won't bother you any longer. You should get some rest."

Song Xiwei got up, and Meng Shu hurriedly followed her, opening the door for her.

Just as he was about to escort Song Xiwei to the door, Meng Shu's face turned deathly pale.

There was a man standing outside the door, exuding a murderous aura. Who else could it be but Ao Qian?

Feeling the intense gaze from Ao Qian, Meng Shu instinctively hid behind Song Xiwei, accidentally grabbing her arm. Song Xiwei felt Meng Shu's hand trembling as he gripped her arm.

They were clearly terrified.

"Don't be afraid, he won't really do anything to you." Song Xiwei had barely finished speaking when Aoqian made his move.

He moved with lightning speed, casting a spell from a distance. A scream was heard, and Meng Shu let out a bloodcurdling scream, clutching half of his arm and rolling on the ground in agony.

Song Xiwei did not expect Aoqian to suddenly resort to such a vicious act, actually severing Meng Shu's arm.

"Aoqian! What's wrong with you?!" Song Xiwei was completely enraged.

Suppressing her anger, she had to get Meng Shu's arm back on as soon as possible.

Aoqian's eyes flashed with a cold light as he watched Song Xiwei set the bone in that eyesore's arm.