Song Qingshu felt completely disoriented. "You can take revenge like this?"
Yang Miaozhen gave him a somewhat contemptuous look. "Enough nonsense. Are you coming or not? One word."
After their hasty encounter that night, the remaining time had been spent traveling and dealing with Xia Quan's affairs. There had been no chance to rekindle their romance. Thinking of the intoxicating scene in the cave and those peerlessly beautiful long legs, Song Qingshu's heart pounded wildly. He swallowed with difficulty. "I'm coming!"
Yang Miaozhen raised her brows smugly, clearly quite satisfied with his reaction. She said nothing more and turned to leave, her steps seeming much lighter.
The moment the words left his mouth, Song Qingshu regretted them somewhat. He felt that doing this was rather unfair to Zhiruo. Feeling deeply sorry toward her, he searched everywhere for her, hoping to make up for it. Yet Zhou Zhiruo refused to see him and made it clear that she did not wish to give anyone something to hold against her.
Song Qingshu knew her temperament well. She was outwardly gentle but inwardly strong. This time, she wanted to defeat her opponent openly and honorably through her own strength, so he no longer disturbed her.
He met with several subordinates from Yangzhou. He had been an absentee boss for too long; sooner or later, he had to show his face. Those people clearly still remembered his godlike descent onto the battlefield. Even those promoted later had long heard his illustrious reputation. Seeing him in person, every one of them was extremely excited.
Song Qingshu privately marveled that although Sang Feihong's Five Lakes Sect was regarded by the world as lowly rabble, it truly played an enormous role. After the sect spread his exploits far and wide, they had made him seem less like