Hearing that Huang Rong had returned, Song Qingshu was overjoyed. "Quick, invite her in—forget it, I'll go greet her myself." With that, he eagerly headed out.
Li Qingluo curled her lips beside him. "A dog never changes its ways. The moment he sees a beautiful woman, he gets excited."
By the time Song Qingshu arrived at the main hall, Huang Rong was already seated at the table, drinking tea and resting. Though she was merely sitting there, showing only her profile, she was still stunningly beautiful. Yet there were faint traces of hardship between her brows.
Even Li Qingluo could not help feeling a hint of amazement. She considered herself gorgeous and seductive, yet the young married woman before her was not inferior in the slightest. More importantly, Huang Rong possessed an exceptionally unique air. Her manners were clearly dignified and elegant, yet there was an uncontrollable charm and grace lingering at the corners of her eyes. The pure aura of a celestial maiden and the bewitching allure of a temptress—two utterly opposite qualities—were perfectly blended within her.
"Rong... Sect Leader Huang, why are you back so soon? Did something unexpected happen along the way?" Song Qingshu hurried forward several steps, then suddenly realized there were others present. He immediately stopped, keeping a reasonable distance from her.
He truly was curious. Though Wudang Mountain was not terribly far from Xiangyang, it was hardly nearby either. Huang Rong had only departed yesterday, yet she had returned early this morning. Not even a full day had passed. It was simply too fast.
Seeing the concern written all over the man's face, Huang Rong's cheeks reddened slightly. She gracefully set down her teacup, using the motion to conceal the ripples in her heart, before replying, "Please rest assured, King Qi. Nothing unexpected happened."