However, that glance from Xiao Lingqiu truly startled him.
It carried an air of authority often associated with those in high positions.
Xiao Lingqiu's expression softened slightly. She adjusted the man's posture, tied a piece of skirt fabric around his chest to secure it, and said coldly: "Don't let Princess Miaomiao know."
"Don't worry, I won't say anything."
Jiang Shouzhong thought to himself, "I'm not an idiot. How could I possibly talk about something like this?"
Xiao Lingqiu tidied the wrapping, placed it beside Jiang Shouzhong, washed the blood off her hands, and knelt sideways on a stone platform, staring vacantly at the river water.
Loose strands of hair dangled messily at her temples, obscuring most of her face, making her expression unreadable.
Her water-soaked dress clung to her figure as she sat sideways, revealing the contours of her full, shapely legs beneath the draped fabric.
