Song Qingshu held the girl in his arms, finding her soft and supple. Waves of maidenly fragrance drifted over him, making him so content he forgot everything else. He had no desire to get up at all.
He completely understood why she did not want to stay in the Cold Palace. After all, it was an extremely unlucky place for a woman. But he had never imagined that Li Yuanzhi would make such an absurd request.
"What's going on?" Song Qingshu's voice was a little hoarse.
"Hmph." Li Yuanzhi lifted her chin and gave a coquettish snort. "Didn't Consort Wu bully me just now because her man is the emperor, letting her throw her weight around? Now that my man is here too, I have to go get even."
Song Qingshu pondered her logic for quite a while without making sense of it. Then, seeing her radiant expression, he suddenly remembered that Li Yuanzhi had always been such a mischievous, eccentric girl, one who feared neither heaven nor earth. It was perfectly normal for her to think this way.
"Can we not go?" Song Qingshu's nose kept nuzzling into her collar. With the arrow already on the string, why would he want any complications?
Li Yuanzhi pressed down his wandering hand, bit her lip, and leaned close to whisper in his ear. "This is also to punish you for not coming to see me for so long. You made me stay alone in this Cold Palace, worrying and frightened. I even thought you'd toyed with me and then abandoned me." As she spoke, she put on an expression as though tears were about to fall.
Although Song Qingshu knew she was deliberately putting on an act, he remembered that she had had the chance to become an Imperial Consort, yet