"Miss Frost, do you think we have an unbreakable bond?" Tingyu asked with great interest, holding a folding fan.
Han Shuang rolled her eyes at him, too lazy to say anything.
Tingyu didn't mind Han Shuang's silence at all, and said with self-satisfaction, "As the saying goes, there is a destiny in the dark, which shows that the fate is deep."
"Alright, you talk too much." Wufeng nudged Tingyu and gestured with his lip. Only then did the others realize that Hanshuang's eyes were fixed on their master and she didn't want to pay any attention to them at all.
Tingyu shook her fan and stealthily approached Hanshuang. "Ahem~, Miss Hanshuang, where are you planning to go next? Perhaps we can travel together."
"No, my eldest son isn't going to Liangjing." Han Shuang subconsciously moved to the side.
"Don't worry, young lady. Although my master is going back to Liangjing, he won't stay for too long. He might even travel south with me." Tingyu tried his best to get Hanshuang to talk. He was willing to do anything for his master.
"If we're destined to meet, we will. Just like today, didn't we meet again?" Han Shuang glanced at Ting Yu and replied calmly.
Listening to the Rain: "..."
It can't always be such a coincidence. This woman is really incompetent as someone's subordinate.
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Qin Su looked at Mo Lan beside her and broke the silence first, "How many days do you plan to stay in Guan County?"
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave in two or three days."
"You want to find out about Song Yu?" Qin Su raised an eyebrow, thinking she wouldn't care about that guy's life or death.
"Since we're here, let's also find out the Song family's attitude." She also wanted to know if the Song family would care about the sudden loss of someone.
“Guanjun is the territory of the Song family, with deep roots, just like Jiang Mian’s position in Yejun. It is complex and cannot be easily shaken.” Qin Su stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the crowd of people coming and going. “Just like this Songgan Street, the homonym implies the Song family’s position in Guanjun.”
"Huh? Song is the same as Song?" Mo Lan was stunned when she heard Qin Su's explanation. Thinking of the Songyue Inn where she stayed and the Songya Inn she passed by, could they all be Song family properties?
Looking at Mo Lan's expression, Qin Su knew what she was thinking.
"You're right, all the properties marked with the character 'Song' belong to the Song family."
Mo Lan raised an eyebrow. "So that's how it is. The character 'Song' is the Song family's trademark."
"The Song family is large and prosperous, and I don't care whether they care about Song Yu's life or death. I've heard that there are dozens of direct descendants of the Song family alone. If you want to get ahead, you must have extraordinary strengths. Otherwise, you won't have a good life just because of your status."
This alone reveals the cold-heartedness of the Song family; they have too many descendants who are willing to sacrifice themselves without fear of loss.
"From what you're saying, what's the point of investigating at all?"
Having too many children can be mentally exhausting.
Her father, for example, only had one son and one daughter. If either of them got a minor scrape, he would visit them three times a day, as if he was afraid something might be wrong.
Comparing people is a recipe for disaster; comparing goods is a recipe for discarding them.
"That's roughly the idea, but the Han family of Nanyang County is different. The Han clan is small, and even a son born out of wedlock is carefully trained to be in charge of a region. That's the difference." Qin Su said, chuckling lightly. Born into different families, the treatment is worlds apart.
Listening to Qin Su's reflections, Mo Lan suddenly thought of Xiong Da and Xiong Er's mother and sister, whom she had rarely heard from in the past two years.
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