Gu Zixian instantly flushed bright red and hurriedly explained, "I accidentally twisted my ankle just now. It's nothing."
"I'll bring the Princess some herbs for bruises and sprains later," Xue Pan said, then glared at Song Qingshu. "Baoyu, how were you looking after her? You got the Princess hurt when she came here."
Song Qingshu opened his mouth. He had wanted to persuade him to give up, but ultimately said nothing. Something like this was simply impossible to explain.
Gu Zixian's face was as red as an apple. She pressed her lips tightly together and said nothing.
Knowing she was embarrassed, Song Qingshu hastily exchanged a few perfunctory words with Xue Pan and his sister before taking her away.
Gu Zixian had originally said she could return by herself, but Song Qingshu worried about her safety on the road. Prince Tsan had previously harassed her on the street because of her beauty and figure. If she encountered something similar again, she might not be so fortunate. Besides, they had just shared that kind of relationship. She was at her most sensitive and vulnerable now, so how could he possibly let her return alone?
Seeing him voluntarily escort her, Gu Zixian was overjoyed. Along the way, her delicate body seemed ready to melt in the carriage as she obediently lay in her lover's arms, pouring out her deep affection.
Holding her soft, captivating body and listening to the young woman's tender declarations of love, Song Qingshu nearly lost control. To avoid being discovered by the Xue siblings, they had ended things far too hastily just now. It had lasted much less than usual, and he had not enjoyed himself at all.
Unfortunately, they were out on the street now. Though she would most likely not refuse if he asked, it might