Seeing the Yellow-robed Woman heading toward the carriage, Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly stepped in front of her. "Well... it's not very convenient today. How about another day?"
"By another day, you'll have left Lin'an City. Where am I supposed to find you?" The Yellow-robed Woman rolled her eyes at him. Seeing that he kept blocking her path, she could not help exclaiming, "Don't tell me there's some shameful secret hidden in your carriage?" As she spoke, her gaze drifted toward the carriage.
Song Qingshu replied somewhat guiltily, "What secret could I possibly have? You know me—I'm an open and upright man..."
The Yellow-robed Woman ignored his nonsense, brushed aside his hand, and walked straight toward the carriage.
Song Qingshu groaned inwardly. Could he really only stop her by force?
Just as he was caught in a dilemma, a fair, jade-like hand slowly lifted the carriage curtain, revealing an incomparably beautiful face. "Is this Miss Yang, whom Qingshu mentions so often?"
The Yellow-robed Woman stopped in surprise. How had such a stunning young woman suddenly appeared? "You... who are you?"
"I am Qingshu's wife. My name is Ren Yingying." The young woman smiled faintly.
"So you are Miss Ren of the Sun Moon Holy Cult." The Yellow-robed Woman's expression became rather strange. Some time ago, the matter of the Sun Moon Holy Cult's Holy Maiden attempting to assassinate Song Qingshu, only for it to turn out to be a quarrel between husband and wife, had caused a great stir throughout Lin'an City. She had heard about it as well, but she had not expected to meet her under such circumstances.
"Does Sister have something to say to Qingshu? Why not come sit in the carriage with us? We sisters can get to know each other better too."