Cheng Yaojia bit her lip. It was obvious she had wanted to speak several times, but in the end, she said nothing.
Seeing this, Song Qingshu did not press her. He set down his chopsticks and walked toward the bed. "Since Madam is worried, then forget it. Ah, I've been exhausted all day, and my back is sore all over. Madam, come give me a massage."
Cheng Yaojia was both embarrassed and angry. "I'm not your maid. Why should I massage you?" As a married woman, how could she engage in such physical contact with another man? If word got out, her reputation would be utterly ruined.
Song Qingshu smiled. "Of course I have my reasons. First, although I promised to let you go, don't forget that you are still my prisoner. If you make me unhappy and I change my mind, don't regret it. Second, if your husband foolishly comes to rescue you and gets captured, I can help save him as well."
"Really?" Cheng Yaojia's anger instantly turned to delight.
"A true man's word, once spoken, not even a horse can catch it," Song Qingshu declared, thumping his chest.
"It's 'not even a team of four horses can catch it,'" Cheng Yaojia corrected him in a delicate voice. These Jurchens really are uncultured. Even such a high-ranking official only has this much learning.
Song Qingshu noticed the disdain in her eyes but did not take it to heart. "Rather than worrying about four horses or five, you should be more concerned with whether your husband will come save you."
"Why wouldn't he?" Cheng Yaojia froze.
Song Qingshu smiled. "Husband and wife are birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly their separate ways. This place is a dragon's pool and tiger's den. Coming here means certain