Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. He said gravely, "Feng Nü, don't joke with your master."
Feng Nü smiled. "It seems you've grown fond of this sort of roleplay between us."
Song Qingshu knew he could no longer bluff his way through it. He said coldly, "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you for telling me this now?" As he spoke, he deliberately drew the Water Moon Saber an inch from its sheath.
Feng Nü gently pressed his blade back into its sheath. "Master, don't scare me. I'm frightened."
Her body was certainly soft, but Song Qingshu had no interest in her. Without showing it, he moved a little farther away and asked coldly, "Why are you helping me?"
"Can't I help because I like you?" Feng Nü giggled. To outsiders, the two of them appeared to be linked together intimately, but only they knew how guarded they were against each other.
Song Qingshu said, "Is there any point wasting time here?"
Feng Nü put away her smile as well. "Someone wants to see you."
"Oh?" Song Qingshu raised a brow. "Who?"
Feng Nü pursed her lips in a smile. "You'll know once you go."
Song Qingshu was bold because of his skill. He had just visited Temujin's royal tent; what else was there for him to fear? Thus, he had her lead the way.
Feng Nü led him around Karakorum City before finally arriving at an inn. Though Karakorum City lay deep within the grasslands, it was now the capital of the Mongol Empire and a trading hub for forces from all sides. Persian merchants, Semu people, and even Han Chinese from the northern Central Plains came and went in an endless stream, so inns and taverns naturally existed as well.
Feng Nü led him to the door of a