After Song Zhi left the Yiwu prison, he unknowingly made his way to the place where Jingrong and Ji Yinshu were staying.

He wanted to see that Young Master Ji and see if there was any way to save Zhang Xiaobai.

After all, he had personally witnessed Young Master Ji’s abilities.

His eloquence in examining corpses was remarkable!

In the evening, quite a few people were eating on the first floor of the inn.

It was fairly lively.

After he went in, he looked around inside.

He didn’t see anyone.

Just as he was about to go upstairs—

The waiter saw him and came over very enthusiastically, asking, “Young master, are you here to eat or to stay?”

He said politely, “I’m looking for someone.”

Upon hearing he was looking for someone, the waiter’s expression soured.

Not eating, not staying at the inn—what person was he looking for?

What a waste of time.

The waiter asked, “Then who are you looking for?”

“Um… I wonder if there’s a young master surnamed Ji staying here?”

“A young master surnamed Ji?” The waiter thought for a moment. “There might be, or there might not be.”

“So… is there or isn’t there?”

“Probably not.”

“But I saw her staying here. That day, I even treated them to a meal. Do you remember? At that table.” Song Zhi pointed at a table.

With so many people coming and going from the inn every day, who would remember so much?

The waiter became somewhat impatient and looked Song Zhi up and down. This person’s clothing was quite neat, but he was somewhat dirty, his hair was also a bit messy, and he had grown a beard on his face. He didn’t look slovenly, but rather like someone who hadn’t cleaned himself up properly. What made the waiter even more speechless was that when he moved his nose, he could smell a strange odor emanating from Song Zhi’s body, coming in waves—not nauseating, just very smelly.

To say Song Zhi was a beggar wouldn’t be right, but to say he was a normal person also seemed a bit off.

The waiter paused for a moment.

Then said, “Young master, I really don’t remember you. How about this—you go stand by the door. If there really is someone you’re looking for at this inn, that person will definitely go out or come in, and you can just wait at the door.”

He clearly meant to drive Song Zhi out! But Song Zhi foolishly didn’t understand and said very seriously, “But it’s a bit cold outside, and it’s so late now. If she’s already asleep, wouldn’t I have to wait until tomorrow morning to see her? I have urgent business now—please help me look for her. Otherwise, I can go up to the second floor and look myself.”

“You’re really strange. I’ve already told you there’s no one, so if you want to eat something, sit down and eat. If you want to stay at the inn, then stay. If you keep this up, I’ll have to throw you out.”

“I…”

Song Zhi was extremely innocent.

He just wanted to find someone—there was no need to be so barbaric.

The waiter was about to push him out when a very cold voice came from upstairs: “Let him come up.”

Hm?

Looking up, he saw Bai Yin standing behind the railing above with his arms crossed, his eyes watching the waiter without any emotion.

Bai Yin, this kind of tough man, was the type the waiter feared most.

Plus, after interacting with Bai Yin these past few days, all the staff at the inn had learned about his personality, and those waiters were even more afraid of him. Sometimes when going up to deliver wine or food, several waiters would push back and forth for ages before deciding who would go.

Now that Bai Yin had spoken like this, how would the waiter dare to refuse?

He said to Song Zhi, “You can go up.”

Song Zhi recognized Bai Yin and went upstairs.

Upon going up, he cupped his hands and said, “Hero.”

“No need to call me hero repeatedly—I haven’t done anything for you,” Bai Yin said.

“You helped me get back my money pouch.”

“That wasn’t me.”

It was Jingrong!

“You also helped me clear my name.”

“That also wasn’t me.”

It was Ji Yinshu!

Song Zhi was very grateful to him in his heart, but this person didn’t appreciate it and didn’t seem that easy to get along with.

After all, if it weren’t for Song Zhi’s matter, they probably would have left Yiwu for Gaoding long ago… why would they still be lingering here?

However—

Bai Yin didn’t understand and asked him, “Aren’t you still locked up in prison?”

Song Zhi replied, “Someone said he stole the bundle I returned to Wang Jun, so the lord locked him up and released me.”

“So that means you’re innocent now?”

“It seems so.”

Of course!

Otherwise, with Lord Zhuo’s personality of preferring to arrest wrongly rather than let someone go, he would never have let you out.

Bai Yin looked toward the inn entrance, drew a deep breath, then walked toward his own room, saying without looking back, “Come in.”

Song Zhi followed behind him and went in.

He obediently closed the door.

Bai Yin poured him a cup of water and said, “Leave after drinking.”

Song Zhi took a sip of water, then said, “I want to see that Young Master Ji.”

“What do you want with her?”

“I want to ask her to help Zhang Xiaobai.”

A ball of anger rose in Bai Yin’s eyes as he said, “My two young masters have already delayed their time to help you, and now you want them to help someone else.”

His words were somewhat harsh!

Song Zhi felt a bit embarrassed and lowered his head.

He knew his request seemed somewhat excessive.

But right now, the only person he could think of was Ji Yinshu.

He was about to open his mouth to say something when—

“Knock knock…”

Someone knocked on the door.

Bai Yin thought they had returned and immediately went to open the door.

But standing outside the door was Li Wenshu!

That woman was quiet and refined, with good temperament—just standing there, she was a sight to behold.

Bai Yin only furrowed his brow slightly, seeming to have no feelings toward the woman before him.

But when Li Wenshu saw Bai Yin, her eyes clearly tightened, and her hands inside her collar also tensed up.

Though she had come specifically to find him.

Seeing that she looked at him for a long time without speaking, Bai Yin took the initiative to ask her, “Do you… need something?”

Li Wenshu tried her best to maintain a calm mindset, not deliberately meeting Bai Yin’s familiar gaze, and said, “I just wanted to come ask when your two young masters will return?”

“Why are you asking this?”

“My younger brother must have gone to find them. It’s already so late and he hasn’t returned—I’m somewhat worried.”

“Oh!” Bai Yin was silent for a moment. “Don’t worry, he won’t have any problems.”

“Are you certain?”

“With my young master there, he won’t have any problems. Besides, he’s an heir apparent—no one would dare do anything to him. You can rest assured.”

Li Wenshu thought for a moment. She wasn’t really worried, just wanted to ask when he would return.

After all, it was already so late.

But after circling around the question, it seemed she had lost sight of her main topic.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to say.

She glanced at Song Zhi sitting inside, then said, “Then I won’t disturb you.”

Bai Yin had no intention of asking her to stay. He nodded and closed the door.

Showing her no courtesy.

One couldn’t tell if he was just a straight man or if he didn’t know how to cherish women.

Li Wenshu stood at the door, as if she still hadn’t reacted.

She felt somewhat disappointed in her heart. After standing for a while, she left.