Song Qingshu could not help feeling frustrated. It would have been one thing if he had actually seen something, but Cheng Yaojia was clearly wearing clothes. She was merely missing her outer robe.
"At least let me catch a glimpse of her bellyband." Song Qingshu felt truly unlucky. He had gained no advantage at all, yet had somehow gotten himself into trouble.
Cheng Yaojia had originally come with her husband. However, she had suddenly felt unwell yesterday. Lu Guanying was considerate of his wife, so he had told her to rest properly in her room today while he went out with the chief envoy, Lu You, to gather intelligence.
As she drifted in and out of sleep, she suddenly heard a noisy commotion outside the door. At first, she paid it no mind, but later she realized that Qing troops seemed to be conducting a search. The shock was no small matter. She hurriedly got up to dress, only to run right into Song Qingshu as he entered.
She was an exceedingly traditional young lady from a distinguished family. In front of guests, even a slightly disordered hairpin would have seemed deeply improper to her, much less being dressed as she was now in only sleeping clothes, her garments disheveled.
Moreover, she had always been extremely shy. Even speaking with strangers made her blush. While she was dressing, a burly, bearded stranger suddenly barged in. Her mind went blank with terror, and she screamed instinctively.
"Stop screaming. Get dressed first. The others will be here soon." Catching sight of Suo'etu and the others jogging over from the corner of his eye, Song Qingshu quietly warned her.
Cheng Yaojia froze. She had not expected him to say that, and subconsciously replied, "Could you... turn around?"
Hearing her voice, Song Qingshu shuddered