Song Qingshu arrived at the council hall and saw Huang Rong pressing Chen Youliang step by step. Though several months had passed since they last met, she was still as beautiful and captivating as ever. Time seemed to have left no mark on her; she remained as delicate and radiant as a young maiden.
Chen Yuanyuan had long heard of Huang Rong's reputation. This time, having come with Song Qingshu, she carefully studied her. Before her stood a vividly beautiful and alluring young married woman, graceful and elegant. She needed no gesture at all to exude boundless charm. More than that, she seemed to possess a unique bearing that was difficult to describe. After much thought, Chen Yuanyuan could only conclude that Huang Rong always held victory in her grasp, which was why she remained so poised and composed. Unlike herself, who always had to guess the thoughts of the men around her in order to navigate every situation smoothly.
At that thought, Chen Yuanyuan's gaze toward Huang Rong filled with envy.
While Chen Yuanyuan was observing Huang Rong, Huang Rong was also observing her. After the initial shock of seeing Song Qingshu had passed, her attention was quickly drawn to the woman beside him. After all, as a famed beauty who had brought ruin upon nations in history, even a veil could not conceal Chen Yuanyuan's dazzling brilliance.
This bastard is always accompanied by beautiful women. As expected, he's a shameless lecherous rogue! Huang Rong felt a surge of irritation.
"Brother Song!" Guo Jing had originally been standing to one side, watching his wife speak with Chen Youliang and silently backing her up. Upon seeing Song Qingshu, however, he approached with a delighted expression. In his heart, Song Qingshu had saved his life.
"Great Hero Guo!" Song Qingshu silently