Song Zhiyu angrily walked towards the Zen Temple, cursing Wang Qiuman and her servants for being ungrateful. If it weren't for his mother and Lady Wei, would he be the one spreading this gossip?
You really can't be kind without reason.
Muttering to himself as he walked forward, suddenly a gust of wind knocked him over.
"Ah, which bastard sneak attacked me?"
Song Zhiyu fell hard on the ground, looking up to see a guard with a blackened face in a pushing stance.
Ha, isn't this the guard from that tomboy's side?
"Jade Lover?"
Niu Pan'er peeked out from behind the guard, her eyes curving into a smile upon seeing Song Zhiyu.
Song Zhiyu shivered and got up from the ground: "It's you again, how come you're everywhere I go? Seeing you is just bad luck for me!"
The guard Yuan Yi's eyelid twitched: "You brat, don't be rude!"
Swoosh, his long sword was unsheathed.
