"Ah~" Shi Xiangyun's face instantly flushed red. She ran to her beloved's side and wrapped her arm around his. "I didn't let him take advantage of me."
Wei Ruolan snorted, his expression still somewhat unpleasant.
Song Qingshu chuckled. "Back at the tavern, I heard Miss Shi praise you as if no one in heaven or on earth could compare to you. I thought you would be some extraordinary figure, but I never expected you to need your own woman to use a honey trap. Tsk, tsk, tsk~ What a fine Top Scholar in both literature and martial arts."
"Shut up!" Seeing her beloved's face darken like water, Shi Xiangyun immediately panicked and could not help glaring at Song Qingshu.
"Miss Shi, you will pay the price for what you did today." Song Qingshu's tone remained calm and detached, as though he were not the one imprisoned here.
"Hmph, don't waste your effort. I know you're trying to buy time to break open your acupoints," Shi Xiangyun snorted. "My grandfather is the Imperial Tutor of the current dynasty. The unique acupoint-sealing technique he taught me cannot be broken no matter how hard you try."
The grandfather she spoke of was Shi Hao, Shi Miyuan's father—the Imperial Tutor. As the emperor's teacher, his scholarship was unmatched, and his martial arts were equally unfathomable. Because of this connection, Shi Miyuan had always held tremendous influence and enjoyed the emperor's deep trust.
Song Qingshu smiled faintly, neither confirming nor denying it.
Wei Ruolan did not dare lower his guard in the slightest. "This man's martial arts are too high. We must be cautious." As he spoke, he walked over to Song Qingshu, studied him for a moment, then suddenly struck.
Only after several wafer-thin shards of ice shot into the major acupoints across Song