"This? I'll go and inquire right away." Han Shuang paused upon hearing her boss's reminder, then immediately understood.
"No need, let's leave it at that for now." Mo Lan waved her hand. This was Qin Su's own business. She would find another opportunity to avenge herself.
A large family has a lot of branches and collateral branches, which is already very complicated. Everyone is likely to cultivate their own private power.
Moreover, Guan County was only a branch of the Song family, and it was impossible to rely on the main family for help in everything. It always needed to build up its own forces.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to maintain their unshakeable position in Guanjun. No matter how much the Liangjing direct line protects them, sometimes it's beyond their reach. Besides, if they had the ability, who would be willing to be subservient to others and be at their beck and call?
Frost was not actually him; a little thought revealed the key point.
They're currently staying at the Song family's inn, and the eldest sister was injured because of Qin Su. If things go wrong, she could be mistaken for an accomplice. Being implicated is bad enough; if they get involved in some unnecessary trouble, it'll be like snow in June.
No one understands why someone died unjustly.
"Boss, what do we do next?"
"Whatever happens, happens. Who can I explain it to? I'll just focus on healing first, and leave this mess once I'm feeling better."
Mo Lan drank a bowl of meat porridge, which made her stomach feel much better. She took a handkerchief and carefully wiped her fingers one by one. Her fingers were slender, fair, and still very beautiful.
"Hopefully, Qin Su wiped out the Song family's direct line of secret guards."
After that, the master and servant stayed quietly in the courtyard to recover from their injuries. Occasionally, Mo Lan would sit in the courtyard and bask in the sun.
But Qin Su never reappeared from beginning to end. If Tingyu hadn't come to check her pulse every day, Mo Lan would have thought that they had left long ago.
Seven days later, the wound scabbed over, and if you don't exert any force, it's only a matter of time before it heals completely.
Having stayed cooped up in the inn all the time, Mo Lan was getting tired of it. She wasn't one to stay idle, so she decided to take Han Shuang out for a stroll since the weather was nice.
"Boss, isn't it too dangerous for us to go out like this?"
"It's alright, we're just going for a stroll. No matter how powerful the Song family is, they can't kill someone in the street for no reason unless we leave the city." The Song family isn't stupid; as long as they guard the city gates, they won't make a move in public.
Just as Mo Lan and her servant stepped onto the street, Qin Su found out, "They really can't stop causing trouble. Has the wound healed?"
"Young Master, the wound has already scabbed over. As long as I don't exert myself too much, all that's left is rest." Tingyu said, proudly puffing out his chest. With him around, not even a scar would be left.
Qin Su glanced at Tingyu, then turned and left, leaving Tingyu completely bewildered. She quickly jogged after him, asking, "Um, Young Master, aren't you going to send someone to protect us?"
Everyone says you shouldn't use force, otherwise you might get into a fight and get into trouble.
Qin Su stopped abruptly at Tingyu's prompting, almost causing Tingyu to bump into him.
"Why should I send someone to protect her when she wanders around the streets on her own?"
Tingyu looked confused: "...Isn't Miss Molan the young master's savior?"
They've already shielded you from the bullet, what more do you want?
Suddenly, Tingyu felt worried about the young master's emotional intelligence for the first time. With his lack of understanding of romance, his lack of tenderness towards women, and his inability to make women happy, when would they ever have a princess consort?
Tingyu felt that her life was really too difficult. Besides being a doctor, she also had to worry about when she would finally understand.
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