Although many people wanted to ask Song Qingshu about how he had summoned wind and rain just now, Zhao Gou was leaving, and his accompanying consorts, palace maids, and eunuchs could only follow him out. The Imperial Guard with Weapons, the Dianqian Division, the Imperial City Department, and other guards escorted him back to his bedchamber, while everyone else returned to their respective places.
As for the ministers, they remained where they were, kneeling and bowing as they watched Zhao Gou depart. Naturally, Song Qingshu had no intention of being foolish alongside them. He took an umbrella from a eunuch, held it in one hand, wrapped his other arm around Xiaolongnü's slender waist, and headed out of the palace.
Xiaolongnü's gaze fell upon his hand, and her jade-like face flushed faintly. Reason told her that she ought to refuse, yet her mind was filled with the image of Song Qingshu walking down from midair step by step and smiling at her. No matter what, she could not bring herself to say the words "let go."
"Wait~" The Yellow-robed Woman's voice suddenly came from behind them. Xiaolongnü's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively stepped forward, leaving Song Qingshu's embrace.
"I have something to say to you." The Yellow-robed Woman looked at Song Qingshu, though her gaze involuntarily flicked toward Xiaolongnü.
"I'll wait for you over there." Xiaolongnü had never been particularly worldly; she was only acting this way out of guilt, afraid someone had seen what had happened just now. Instinctively, she wanted to put some distance between herself and Song Qingshu.
"Take the umbrella." Song Qingshu stuffed it into her hand. Their hands brushed inadvertently, and the soft, cool touch made his heart stir.
Xiaolongnü did not dare look at either of them. Holding the umbrella, she silently walked