Huang Rong listened to the crude, lecherous whistles around her, feeling both ashamed and furious. At that moment, she suddenly realized that although Song Qingshu sometimes treated her with the same kind of... the same kind of frivolity, it somehow felt far better than these people's vulgar obscenity.
"Turn around and let your brother have a look." Seeing Huang Rong standing still, the guard grew somewhat displeased and strode directly in front of her.
The moment he saw her face, the guard froze, then was greatly startled. Song Qingshu's rough disguise bore some resemblance, but it certainly could not withstand such close scrutiny from someone familiar with her. The guard had clearly recognized that she was not the palace maid from before. His hand instantly went to the saber at his waist, and he opened his mouth, instinctively about to cry out.
Just then, Song Qingshu suddenly stepped in front of Huang Rong and looked at him with a grin. "What exactly happened?"
The guard froze. A trace of confusion flashed through his eyes, and the hand gripping his saber hilt gradually loosened. "No... nothing. You may go."
Song Qingshu smiled faintly and signaled Huang Rong with his eyes. The two left the courtyard one after the other. Once they turned past a corridor, Song Qingshu wrapped an arm around her waist, activated his lightness skill, and swiftly leapt through the imperial palace.
Only after reaching a relatively safe place did Song Qingshu set the beauty in his arms down. "All right, it's fine now," he said gently.
Huang Rong's face flushed faintly. Somewhat awkwardly, she brushed back the strands of hair that had fallen beside her ears. "Did you use Soul Transfer just now?"
"Yes. I didn't want to confront those guards head-on, so I had no choice," Song