Chen Xu frowned, stood up, and said in a resounding voice, "Even if a gentleman dies for his loyalty, he should be ashamed of being disloyal, unfilial, unkind, and unjust, and of disregarding the law and bullying the weak. Since the young lady has done nothing wrong, nor has she disobeyed the emperor or the country, and has been kind, filial, and diligent in her work, she should not feel ashamed, let alone seek death for this!"

Song Lin stood at the door without saying a word, his eyes full of the girl standing in the yard talking about the gentleman's loyalty to death.

Her voice was not loud, but it was filled with the passion that surged from her chest, as if it had penetrated through barriers, descended from the sky, and came from all directions. It passed through her body, seeped into her skin, flowed into her blood, and ignited the fire deep in her soul.

"Oh, Detective Song is back," Aunt Tofu hurriedly picked up the basket of eggs, went to greet him, and explained the reason again.

Song Lin just responded indifferently, his eyes fixed on Shen Xu for a moment, and he didn't pay any attention to what the mother and daughter said.

"That's the best of both worlds." Aunt Tofu clapped her hands, her wrinkled face smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum, and she asked flatteringly, "Constable Song, don't you agree?"

"Ah?" Song Lin finally reacted, "What did you say?"

"I say, our Yan'er doesn't want a betrothal gift. You marry her, and we have no objection to you taking this silly girl as a concubine. The three of you just live a good life, and if you add a few children, you'll have the best of both worlds."

Aunt Tofu looked at Song Lin with satisfaction and nodded, "Not bad, not bad, he has a handsome appearance. I'll talk to the matchmaker about this when I see Old Song some other day."

Before Song Lin could speak, Shen Xu said dissatisfiedly: "Why should I be his concubine?"