"What is that?" Shen Xiheng stared blankly at her, not even caring about the fan that had been snatched away.
Qi Yu took out a human skin mask from her bosom and tossed it to Song Ling, "If you want to return to the capital openly and aboveboard, naturally, you'll need to change your appearance."
This was something she had planned the moment she decided to take Song Ling down the mountain. Song Ling could not come down from the mountain, naturally, because he had his difficulties, and it was impossible with his original face.
Song Ling had not expected her to be so thoroughly prepared, and with his heart trembling slightly, he wanted to kneel down and express his thanks.
Qi Yu kicked at his knee, expressionless, and said, "A man's knees have gold beneath them; is this little matter really worth kneeling for?"
Shackles are for those who abide by the rules, and Song Ling was just too much of a stickler—for the past five years, he lived through so much pain.
