“Yes,” Han Shuang glanced at Qin Su, gripped her sword, and leaped up to support the weaker side.

"Thank you for your help, Mo Lan. I'm sorry to have dragged you into this." Qin Su leaned back in his chair, listening to the sounds of clashing weapons, his expression cold.

"I'm glad you know you've dragged me into this. If I ever encounter any difficult situations in the future, I hope you'll remember your support today and lend a hand."

Even if she didn't help, Qin Su's people could handle it very well; it was just a matter of time. She would just take advantage of the situation and make a good connection.

"I'm just curious, how did your whereabouts get leaked? It seems that Guan County isn't very safe for you."

Hearing Mo Lan's reminder, Qin Su raised her eyes and scanned the entire inn.

"Have you forgotten where this is? Songyue Inn is owned by the Song family. The direct descendants of the Song family are favored officials in Liangjing, serving the king faithfully and enjoying his deep trust. It wouldn't be difficult for them to find out my whereabouts." They were exposed as soon as they entered Guanjun. Otherwise, why would he have chosen to stay at Songyue Inn?

Since they've set their sights on him, why doesn't he just go along with their wishes?

Playing hide-and-seek isn't his style; he'd rather just openly accept the challenge.

Seeing Qin Su's confident attitude, Mo Lan gave him a thumbs up. "That's true. This is Song family territory after all, and all the people sent out are spies. However, the clanging sound was so loud, yet the inn didn't make a sound. Could it be that the innkeeper is hiding out of fear? I think you're destined to suffer this in silence."

Ultimately, an inn is just a place for business. It's understandable that people would be afraid and hesitant to intervene if they encountered murder and robbery. Besides, Qin Su couldn't hold anyone accountable. You brought the assassin upon yourself; who can you blame?

It's already good enough that they don't turn around and accuse us. If you dare to doubt the Song family, ask yourself, who would be foolish enough to place an assassination attempt on their own territory? Too obvious evidence is hardly credible.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place. The Song family had already made up an excuse for themselves, showing that they had planned ahead.

Having figured this out, Mo Lan looked at Qin Su with pity followed by an involuntary schadenfreude. The poor guy had been tricked terribly.

"You'll have to pay a price if you want me to suffer a loss."

Seeing Mo Lan's gloating expression, Qin Su subtly curved his lips. This woman hadn't even bothered to pretend in front of him.

"Well, the price is leaving everyone behind, so it's not a complete loss. Just training a group of excellent assassins is extremely costly."

Mo Lan agreed with Qin Su's view that it was better to get something tangible than to make the other party feel uncomfortable.

Just as she was lost in thought, a very faint sound vibrated in her eardrums—an arrow leaving the bowstring? She was all too familiar with that sound.

Without turning her head, Mo Lan could determine the direction of the arrow by the sound of the whistling attached to the arrowhead.

Out of inertia, without giving any command, Mo Lan lashed out with the whip. With a bang, the arrowhead struck the whip shaft, falling to the ground an inch from Qin Su's temple.

In an instant, the dust settled.

Looking at the arrow that had fallen to the ground, Qin Su was stunned. He hadn't expected Mo Lan to be so fast, striking before him.

When Mo Lan finally realized what was happening, she froze, instinctively looking at her hands.

Why did she make a move?

Unfortunately, before she could think, two more arrows flew towards Qin Su with the sound of wind.