Clearly, Yin Wuyou wasn't thinking in that direction. She was just worried about Lu Wenshuang.
"Grand Minister, you've already begged me. If I can save her, I will." Zhou Shu pondered. "But I have something to say first. I can't guarantee that it will be useful."
"I understand." Yin Wuyou nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Whether it works or not, I'll remember your kindness!"
Zhou Shu's mood fluctuated again. Women really affect the speed at which I draw my sword…
"There's no hurry. I need to make some preparations. Let me know when Yang Hong returns."
"Yang Hong? He's in the camp now?" Yin Wuyou didn't understand.
"He's in the camp? No problem then."
Then Zhou Shu walked to Lu Wenshuang's side and pointed a finger between her eyebrows.
Lu Wenshuang groaned as blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
"Little Senior Sister Lu!" Yin Wuyou exclaimed.
"That's none of my business," Zhou Shu said innocently.
