Song Jinghuan's heart tightened. Thinking that it was Meng Shaoyuan's men, she subconsciously reached out to take out the knockout powder in the sachet.
"Brat, it's me."
A familiar voice sounded behind her. Song Jinghuan stopped in her tracks, and the person behind her loosened his grip on her.
"Old Master Ye, what are you doing?" Song Jinghuan rubbed his cheeks angrily.
Old Master Ye was the crippled veteran Song Jinghuan met when she was still in the kitchen.
"Let me ask you, what's your relationship with the Bulwark Duke?" Old Master Ye changed his previous confusion and asked her seriously.
Song Jinghuan frowned. "We're not related."
Actually, her alias had almost fallen off, but she subconsciously denied it when she was asked so directly.
