After Red Sun Dharma King left, Song Qingshu emerged from the house as well. The moment he stepped out the gate, he noticed several people furtively watching him. Though they were all extremely cautious, Song Qingshu's current cultivation was extraordinary; with his aura extended, he was especially sensitive to such things.
Song Qingshu calmly wandered around nearby and bought a few small items before returning to his residence. Then he secretly slipped out through the back of the courtyard. Although someone was keeping watch there as well, since he was on guard, how could he possibly alert them? He soon arrived at Zhao Min's bedchamber.
Zhao Min sat by the window with her back to him, her chin propped on one hand. Her silhouette was graceful and slender, the skin at the nape of her neck fairer than jade, and her glossy black hair cascaded like a waterfall. Song Qingshu secretly compared her with Jin Bingyun, whom he had just met, and still found Zhao Min's delicate beauty and seductive charm more alluring than Jin Bingyun's lifeless manner.
Tenderness welled up in his heart, and he quietly walked over and embraced her from behind.
Zhao Min was badly startled. Only after discovering it was her lover did she finally relax. "Why do you always like sneaking around and scaring people?"
Song Qingshu kissed her cheek, finding her skin smooth and tender. Grinning, he said, "County Princess, haven't you heard that a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a stolen tryst?"
"Who wants to have a tryst with you?" Zhao Min spat, then rose and spun away like a light, beautiful butterfly escaping his embrace. As she hurried to shut the doors and windows and check whether anyone had noticed, she