Princess Jincheng leaned limply against Song Qingshu, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck as unconscious murmurs slipped from her lips.
Looking down, Song Qingshu saw that her eyes were glistening with tears and her lips bore a rosy sheen, making her exceptionally alluring. His heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly sealed her acupoints. "Princess Consort, you should calm down first."
As he spoke, he carried her over to a stone platform, hoping its icy surface would restore a trace of clarity to her mind. She was astonishingly light in his arms, yet her body was frighteningly hot, and waves of sweet fragrance wafted from her. Even with Song Qingshu's self-control, he did not dare linger and quickly set her down.
Princess Jincheng continued to stare at him with those moist, glistening eyes. Only then did Song Qingshu realize that, perhaps because the medicine had taken effect, she had somehow undone her collar. Her fair skin was faintly visible beneath her clothing. With a face like a begonia in spring slumber and a body like a freshly blooming hibiscus, even an old man half in the grave like Xu Chongxiao could not resist her. How could a hot-blooded young man fare any better?
Fortunately, Song Qingshu's restraint was extraordinary, and he was experienced in such matters. He barely steadied himself before hastily saying, "Princess Consort, do not worry. I'll begin detoxifying you now."
The last shred of Princess Jincheng's reason filled her with boundless shame. Yet the more she looked at the handsome, upright young man before her, the more pleasing he seemed. She no longer resisted him as she had before. At the very least, he was far better than those refugees and Xu Chongxiao. Besides, he was her brother-in-law. Better him than an outsider. Was this what