Miss Truth

Su Fu’s arm moved slightly, and a short knife slid from his sleeve into his hand. These years living on the edge, he couldn’t sleep without a blade by his side.

After a long standoff, the murderous aura on Xiao Song suddenly dissipated. He leaned in close to Ran Yan’s ear and whispered, "However, since Mrs. Seventeen asks for it, I can be without principles, but..."

Xiao Song curved his lips slightly, glanced at Su Fu, and without finishing his words, turned and left the courtyard.

But what? Ran Yan turned to look at the swaying door, slightly lost in thought.

Su Fu quietly put back the short knife, leaned against the wall, and said to Ran Yan, "Thank you."

Ran Yan regained her composure, walked onto the corridor, and reached out to grasp Su Fu’s wrist. She felt his pulse and said, "You’re finally out of danger."

The two of them sat down on the corridor floor, while people in the courtyard, frightened by the recent tension, silently went about their own business.

"What are your plans for the future?" Ran Yan turned her head to look at his pale yet handsome profile.

"I’m planning to take my mother’s remains back to her hometown," Su Fu said, looking at half of Ran Yan’s face, suppressing a wave of unusual feelings in his heart.

To Su Fu, staying in the Great Tang meant a life of hiding. Especially now that his arch-enemy, Xiao Song, knew his identity and what he looked like, catching him would be a hundred times easier than before. Xiao Song never did meaningless things, which is why he was willing to so easily owe a favor to Ran Yan.