Seeing her say this, the guards under her command could only resentfully sheathe their blades, thinking they would find a chance to teach this eastern islander a proper lesson for daring to take such outrageous advantage of the Princess Consort.
Song Qingshu lay motionless on the ground, even faintly snoring, but inwardly he was savoring that earlier contact. Her body had truly been soft and supple, and she carried a fragrance unlike the usual scent of cosmetics—a pleasant smell, somewhat like milk.
Of course, he had not deliberately fallen onto her just to take advantage of her. He really could not hold it in any longer. He had just poured five huge jars of wine into his stomach. Though he had wrapped it in true qi so he would not get drunk, there was still more wine than his body could contain. He vaguely felt as if his entire body had swollen by a size.
He had to force the wine out of his body quickly, or there would be trouble. Others suffered poison attacking the heart; if his true qi failed to contain it and he ended up with wine vapors attacking his heart, that would be utterly humiliating.
Ariq Böke came over to take a look and hurriedly called to his men, "Someone, help Water Moon Great Sect Master to a guest room to rest."
Shan Yuru had wanted to volunteer, but fearing it would arouse suspicion, she could only watch as Song Qingshu was helped into the inner hall by the guards.
At this moment, Yalun also stood and said, "Seventh Brother, may I borrow a room here? I need to change my clothes as well."
Ariq Böke slapped his forehead. "My oversight. Someone, take the Princess Consort to the rear courtyard. Bring the Princess Consort several