After that, they did not mention the purpose of their visit, nor did Song Qingshu ask. Amid clinking cups and flowing wine, they spoke only of romance and scenery, never of serious matters. The atmosphere at the table gradually grew livelier.
Thanks to the wine, a rouge-like flush appeared on the originally jade-pale cheeks of Puchai Alihu and Wanyan Chongjie, making them all the more ravishing. Their radiance seemed to brighten the entire room.
Song Qingshu looked at the mother, then at the daughter, and could not help marveling that they were truly like plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, each excelling in her own way. One was mature and stunning, the other pure and captivating; he truly did not know where it was best to rest his eyes.
But even the finest view had to be appreciated to its end. Song Qingshu set down his winecup and said, "It is getting late. I should be leaving. Thank you, Madam and Miss, for your generous hospitality."
"You are leaving so soon?" A trace of plaintive resentment flashed through Puchai Alihu's eyes. Had Song Qingshu not known of her seductive past, he might truly have been fooled by her.
"All feasts must come to an end. Besides, I have been running back and forth all day and am already somewhat tired. I need to go home and rest." Song Qingshu remained completely unmoved.
"If you wish to rest, my lord, why go so far when there is lodging nearby? You may rest here in this humble residence." Puchai Alihu's eyes rippled like autumn water, and after speaking, she even showed a hint of shyness.
"Spend the night at Madam's residence?" Song Qingshu looked at her with a faint smile. "I fear that would not be very convenient." Though all sorts of rumors