Looking at the gilt invitation in his hand, Song Qingshu was somewhat surprised. "It's actually an invitation from Jia Sidao."
Ren Yingying frowned. "You returned in secret this time. How did he find out?"
Song Qingshu tossed the invitation onto the table and smiled. "There was such a huge commotion in the palace last night; it would be hard to hide it from anyone paying attention. Besides, Jia Sidao's intelligence network is formidable."
"Then should you go or not?" Ren Yingying was worried. "You've always been close to Han Tuozhou, and it's not as though Jia Sidao doesn't know that. Inviting you over this time is probably a trap."
"Go. Why wouldn't I?" Song Qingshu said meaningfully. "I'll see what he's up to. Besides, Jia Sidao isn't Xiang Yu, and I'm not Liu Bang at the Hongmen Banquet."
By evening, a carriage from Jia Mansion arrived to bring Song Qingshu over. Secure in his own abilities, Song Qingshu gave Ren Yingying and the other women a few instructions before calmly boarding the carriage.
Yet the moment he entered, he caught a rich fragrance of roses. When he saw the scene inside, he could not help but freeze.
A gorgeously dressed young matron was already seated within. Her clothes glittered with colorful embroidery, making her seem like a celestial goddess. She had phoenix eyes and willow-leaf brows, a slender figure and alluring bearing. Her peach-blossom face held springtime charm without revealing its authority; before her crimson lips even opened, her smile could already be heard.
"I am Wang Xifeng. Greetings, King Qi." The young matron rose and gave him a graceful curtsy. Her smile was bright and sweet as she spoke, instantly making them seem far more familiar.
Standing at the carriage door, Song Qingshu rubbed his nose. "So it's Second