Ren Yingying blushed and spat lightly. "What nonsense. A monk and a nun aren't a pair."
"Who says they aren't? If you became a nun, I'd go become a monk." Song Qingshu pulled Ren Yingying into his arms and said with a shameless grin.
Ren Yingying's face grew even more radiant as she pursed her lips and smiled. "If you want to become a monk, go by yourself. I'm not becoming a nun."
The two of them continued being lovey-dovey on the deck. Who knew how much time passed before a teasing voice suddenly came from behind them? "You two are truly a celestial couple. You make others so envious."
Ren Yingying had always been thin-skinned. Caught in the act, she was like a startled rabbit. She shoved her lover away, then pretended to gaze at the river in the distance. Yet the slight rise and fall of her chest revealed that her heart was far from calm.
Song Qingshu turned around and saw Ruan Xingzhu standing there with a smiling face. The river breeze stirred her robes, accentuating her graceful, alluring curves. Before she spoke, she was already smiling; she remained as captivating as ever.
Yet Song Qingshu still keenly noticed the faint exhaustion between her brows. "Madam, you returned so early. Has everything been settled?"
Ruan Xingzhu knew what he was asking. She shook her head. "Things have changed. Yang Juyuan and Murong Fu have now become great heroes for killing rebels and quelling the revolt. They have divided up and seized control of all the power in Sichuan. They are in the limelight and hold the right to speak now. It would not be a good time for me to step forward and expose Yang Juyuan's murder of his brother. Besides, ordinary people would never believe that