However, this young man is truly remarkable. Despite being confronted so directly, he didn't utter a single sound, proving himself to be a tough guy.

However, the veins on her temples were bulging, and large beads of sweat were falling down. The rain outside was getting heavier, and the wind was strong, blowing the rain into the house. There were already rain stains under Shen Mingzhuang's feet, but she seemed not to realize that she was in the rain at all, and she stood there steadily.

Song Yi frowned and said in a hoarse voice, "As a woman, you should take better care of your body, otherwise..."

Otherwise? Otherwise what? The abruptly stopped voice seemed to hold a lingering affection, yet dared not speak it aloud at this moment. Such subtlety and secrecy were like the fragrance of night-blooming cereus in the darkness, so captivating yet difficult to conceal its aroma, which, even if hidden, was omnipresent.

"It's none of your business how I am. You should take care of yourself and not meddle in other people's affairs."

She somewhat abruptly rejected his concern.

Song Yi used to think that as long as he was good enough, the beauty would be his. But one day, he found that the beauty he had his eye on was even more outstanding than him. Suddenly, he was at a loss.

He opened his mouth as if to explain something, but his lips twitched and he ultimately said nothing.

Well, no matter what I say, she won't want to listen, so why bother?

A wave of self-mockery surged in his eyes. Seeing that his wounds had been treated, Shen Mingzhuang stared at him warily: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Facing Song Yi, who was eyeing the throne with covetous intent, Shen Mingzhuang dared not relax his vigilance in the slightest.

She dared not gamble on Song Yi's character. After all, he had schemed everything to ascend to the throne. She couldn't believe that Song Yi wouldn't harm He Wenqing just because He Wenqing had saved his life.

After all, some things are nothing more than insignificant ants under that imperial power.

"Um."

Song Yi simply responded with a thank you to He Wenqing, then turned and left.

He Wenqing sighed and glanced at Shen Mingzhuang. "You're so wary of him, yet you say he's your friend? Forget it. I've never won in matters of love and affection, so why should I concern myself with other people's business?"