Jiayi had no idea about the ointment Wu Dahu just mentioned, but he did figure out that there was somewhat a relation between the wrinkled paper and the ointment judged by Wu Dahu’s tone. So he just gritted his teeth, and admitted it decisively, “That’s right, I did it all! But I have promised to the other party that I wouldn’t rat him out no matter what happens, so rather than being an amoral guy, I would choose to protect him. Please punish me, Lord Wu.”

Seeing him lower his head deeply, Wu Dahu clenched his fists slowly, while pursing his lips as tight as he could.

“Where were you last night?”, he asked.

Jiayi was utterly stunned when he heard so, as if he had never expected that Wu Dahu would suddenly asked something like that.

He was preparing to answer truthfully when he thought about it. If the answer Wu Dahu wanted to hear was that he stayed in the tent for the whole night, then there was no need for Wu Dahu to ask so, so the only explanation was that Wu Dahu wanted to know if he appeared in a place where he shouldn’t be.

Noticing that Jiayi was seemingly sinking into an eternity of silence and hesitation, Wu Dahu almost lost his patience, and then he spoke in a tone of unkindness, with his voice being indifferent, “Why the heck are you keeping your silence?”

Jiayi’s body trembled and he stammered, “I, I went to the banquet in the beginning, and… and then I did come here in your tent, I swear I did not do anything else…”

Well, this should be kind of a securer answer. It would be okay even if the answer did not meet the demand of Wu Dahu because the only picture he was able to imagine was Wu Dahu’s tent. Other than that, he was unable to figure out elsewhere he could be connected with Wu Dahu.

Wu Dahu’s eyes gradually became odd as he continued to pursue the question, “Apart from observing, have you ever come in?”

A trace of strangeness could be found in the eyes of Jiayi as well. But Wu Dahu failed to catch that detail since Jiayi was keeping his head down.

By now, he had almost figured out that there was someone other than him who was silently observing Wu Dahu while being hidden in the shadow, moreover, what the other party did was a lot more than he did. At least the other party had done something like ‘Three wrinkled papers’ and ‘ointment’.

Even more, if he was a good guesser and did not make things wrong in his mind, the other party who had a crush on Wu Dahu was no one else but Song Qinghan. Although he did not understand why Song Qinghan, a married femina man, was staring at a rookie in the officialdom, it did not mean that this matter would never happen.

In fact, there was a high possibility that Song Qinghan could be found out if Wu Dahu persisted a further investigation. But for some reason, he had a hunch that Song Qinghan would not admit to these things. After all, Song Qinghan had previously built up an image of a good husband who was virtuous and cared for his family, and if others knew that he was secretly seducing Wu Dahu, probably what he got in the end would be nothing but the criticism by the outsiders.

Jiayi figured out everything in his mind fast and quick as if he had just equipped a motor in his brain, and just in a blink of an eye, he succeeded sorting things out in his mind, and then he quickly answered, “Lord, I did come in yesterday, but I did not do anything. If I am still not able to get rid of the suspicion, I sincerely hope that you can investigate me for the further review, Lord. The sun and the moon will prove my loyalty!”

After hearing Jiayi’s admission, Wu Dahu somehow felt a sense of disappointment and loss deeply in his mind.

He sat back on the edge of the bed, looked at the somewhat messy sheets and said in an inexplicable tone, “Did he send you here? Or did he tell you to keep an eye on me when you were free?”

Once he accepted the setting, Jiayi quickly got into the act and slowly lifted his head, “Lord, since things had happened, I think it will be better on both sides if you don’t make a further investigation. Please vent your anger on me if you are upset with everything happened recently. I am all willing to accept any form of punishment!”

Wu Dahu’s lips pursed into a straight line, his eyes sunken as he looked at Jiayi, and suddenly he said, “How much do you remember about last night?”

Jia Yi’s heart tightened and he shook his head, “For the sake of the lord, I don’t remember anything, please ease your mind, Lord Wu…”

If he had answered that he remembered, Wu Dahu could have continued to ask for more details, but instead he made a face like he clearly remembered but forced himself not to remember. Such a tricky answer made Wu Dahu a bit speechless.

Wu Dahu touched his wound and saw that it was indeed a little chipped. He waved his hand and said in an impatient tone, “Fine, I’ve got what I want, now disappear.”

The housekeeper paused for a moment and said considerately, “Lord Wu, you should take a good rest yourself, you should use the ointment when you have to use it…”

Hearing so, Wu Dahu was even more irritated as the ointment in his hand was grasped tighter. It was the first time for him to have an intension to punch someone in the face since he was here in the battlefield.

After taking a few deep breaths, he slowly and methodically unwrapped the gauze and applied the ointment to the wound, slowly clearing his thoughts in his mind.

There was no rush to draw any conclusions yet, and it would be a better choice to wait for the guard he had sent to investigate. But one thing could be confirmed at the current stage: Jiayi could be the one sent by Song Qinghan to take care of him if Jiayi didn’t lie.

Wu Dahu’s hand suddenly paused as a fragment of last night once again popped up in his mind.

Song Qinghan’s body was so close, the sweetness and intimacy of their body entanglement had not been completely worn out from his body yet. HOW? How could it be a fake illusion since it was so real and so touchable?

Once Song Qing Han’s face was replaced with Jiayi’s, Wu Dahu could not help but want to dry heave, and even the eyes that looked at his own body were mixed with a touch of disgust.

He would not allow such a thing to happen, so he hoped that the results of the investigation would not disappoint him.

He would rather it was Song Qinghan who had really come here, than him getting drunk and mistaking Jiayi for Song Qinghan.

Because he could afford the consequences of the former, but the latter he could not …

Song Qinghan knew things were going to be bad when he heard someone asking for his name, but fortunately he had already thought of a response, so he didn’t show too much of a panicked expression.

He had known Wu Dahu’s guards for a long time, so when he saw them, he walked straight over and said with a smile, “I am Song Qinghan, yes, the one you’re looking for, but I need you guys to do me a favor.”

Although those guards did not know Song Qinghan’s name, they had long been very familiar with Song Qing Han’s face.

After hearing his words, they all had a look of understanding on their faces, and one of them even took the initiative to ask, “Where is the baby child? Is he not with you currently?”

Song Qinghan sighed, while the brightness in his eyes suddenly dimmed down, and then he came to answer slightly, “I have to be on my duty and take care of my child at the same time. I am occupied more or less though. So I am eager to have someone to take care of my child for a while. Otherwise, I really have no idea what I can handle everything…”

Most of the people around him did have a sympathy towards his current situation. The guards sighed and asked as if they had suddenly remembered something, “Wait, you just asked us to do you a favor. What is that? To take care of your child? I am afraid that we can’t make it possible because we…”

“I wish that you will keep my presence as a secret.”

Song Qinghan suddenly broke in, and confessed what was in his mind.

The guards all had surprised expressions on their faces as the head among them subconsciously asked, “Why? But this is a mission Lord Wu ordered us to do. What we can promise to you is that we are able to tell Lord Wu solely without telling others. Is that a good idea?”

Song Qinghan sighed once more, with a touch of sadness in his eyes as he slowly said, “Actually, I know why Lord Wu is asking for my name. To be honest, I’ve got the same name… with Lord Wu’s husband…”