Break his fingers?
No, Mr. Fu San refused.
"I believe she can, but I," he said with the intention of teasing Fu An, "I'm afraid she will guess my identity. After all, it's easy for her to hear people talk about my severed finger when she returns to Beijing."
"That doesn't matter. As long as the prince's hand can be healed, what does it matter?"
"You don't have to hide it anymore, right?" Mr. Fu San chuckled.
Fu An's face flushed slightly, "Third Master, your subordinate..."
Back then, when Song Qing left to seek the favor of the King of Zhenbei, it was him who stood beside the curtain.
He also scolded Song Qingci and saw her hit by a knife with his own eyes.
If Song Qingci recognized him, then the prince's identity would naturally be unconcealable.
Fu An didn't trust Song Qingci. After all, she was a stranger and a merchant girl.
In most people's perception, merchant girls are equivalent to snobbish and calculating people who value profit over feelings and are not trustworthy.
Fu An is no exception.
He was shocked by Song Qingci's actions back then, but unlike Mr. Fu Sanye who admired Song Qingci somewhat, he felt that Song Qingci was rebellious and... stupid, and out of place.
"I won't tease you anymore." Master Fu San said, "Have a good rest. There shouldn't be anything happening on the mountain recently."
Originally he had to find a reason to pay, but now it seems that he doesn't need to.
However, relying on foreign aid is not a long-term solution. We must always be self-sufficient.
He is not good at business, so could he ask the girl how to do business and bring more income to the mountain?
"Third Master!" Fu An was very anxious. "What about your hand? If she can really do it, isn't that a good opportunity? Third Master, please try it!"
"I'll think about it."
"Considering? Did she make any request?"
Mr. Fu's expression changed slightly. "Don't always assume ill of her. She's not that kind of person!"
Originally, Song Qingci didn't need to mention this matter at all.
She also understood the pros and cons, but she still said it.
Mr. Fu San felt that it was an insult to such a kind-hearted girl if he made malicious assumptions about her.
"If there is no such thing, then why is Third Master still hesitating?" Fu An became even more anxious. "Could it be that the situation could be worse than it is now? Third Master, I hope that one day I can see you use Soul Breaker again!"
The Soul-Breaking Spear comes out and the God of War arrives.
What an exciting scene it was! Just thinking about it made Fu An's blood boil.
The Third Master injured his hand and could no longer hold the Broken Soul.
The price paid back then was so heavy that Fu An dared not recall it.
"An," Master Fu San's voice was deep and filled with sadness. "Now that my hand is healed, can I hold Broken Soul again?"
Fu An was heartbroken: "Yes, Third Master, I can! Please, can you give it a try?"
Master Fu San said, "I'll think about it."
"Third Master! Even if you no longer hold the Broken Soul in the future, I hope you will have a choice. It's not that you don't want to, but that you can't!"
"If she knew the inside story, she would probably say the same thing," said Mr. Fu San.
At this moment, Fu An hoped so much that Mr. Fu San was really deeply in love with Song Qingci.
In that case, he would definitely listen to Song Qingci's advice.
But even so, can he also try asking Song Qingci?
The next day, Fu An used the excuse of pain in his wound to ask someone to invite Song Qingci over.
Song Qingci had no suspicion and brought Feng Xun to see him.
Fu An had already lowered the curtain halfway.
Feng Xun couldn't help but roll her eyes when she saw this - she rolled her eyes every time, but the next time she saw him, she couldn't help it.
Could this Fu An be a woman disguised as a man?
Otherwise, you're just a sissy!
"Miss Song, I have a favor to ask of you." Fu An said.
The answer to him was silence.
Fu An: “…”
This person doesn't even say politely?
You won’t even say “please”?
Fu An continued with a stiff upper lip: "I heard from Third Master last night..."
Song Qingci: Last night?
It turned out that Mr. Fu San went out to see Fu An.
These two people really feel like they have been apart for three years.
Fu An stated his request.
Song Qingci thought for a moment and replied, "This matter depends on the decision of the Third Master. If he is willing to let me do the surgery, then I will naturally help him. If he is not willing, then I cannot force him."
She couldn't possibly tie up Mr. Fu San.
Firstly, her strength doesn't allow it, and secondly, she is not her mother and has no right to do that!
"The Third Master has done you a favor." Fu An could only speak of the favor.
Nothing is more important than the Third Master's recovery.
He doesn't want to lose this face today.
"He has done me a favor, and then I force him?" Song Qingci asked back.
Fu An: "...That's for the good of the Third Master."
"Whether it's good or bad, it depends on what the Third Master says."
"I'm doing this for your own good" is just a rude statement.
What? Everyone else is stupid, and you are the smartest?
Fu An didn't know what to say.
Song Qingci was not someone he could persuade.
This girl has a unique outlook on life, but she is so persuasive that it is impossible to refute her.
"I can only say that if the Third Master needs me, I will definitely do my best. Also, I think it's best for you to take care of yourself first. You're not made of iron, so don't joke with your body."
Song Qingci changed his medicine and left.
Jin Yue came to look for her again.
Song Qingci: "...Why are you here again?"
Didn’t you come just yesterday?
"Yesterday wasn't a holiday, it was an extra day. Today is the real holiday!"
Song Qingci: ...
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