"By the way," Haemish paused, then asked, "The ones passing along the message weren't our people, were they?"
Zhenhai replied, "Rest assured, Princess Consort, I know the proper precautions. The message was passed through seven or eight intermediaries, and I've thoroughly cut off every link in between. Even if it is exposed someday, it won't be traced back to us."
"That's good. We only need to sit back and watch the show." Haemish smiled sweetly, as though she did not care in the slightest about the bloodshed implied by his words.
After Song Qingshu returned to his residence, Shan Yuru did not hurry away. Instead, her beautiful eyes quietly rested on him. "Won't you invite me in for a cup of tea, young master?"
Song Qingshu knew she was deliberately teasing him and waved his hand impatiently. "What tea are we drinking so late at night? Be careful, or you won't be able to sleep afterward."
Shan Yuru covered her smile with her lips. "The northern desert is bitterly cold. Naturally, it is hard to sleep alone. Young master needs a woman to sleep with, necks entwined."
Song Qingshu's face darkened. "You keep tempting me like this. Aren't you afraid I really won't be able to restrain myself? What will you do then?"
"Those words truly hurt me, young master. If you desire me, how could I possibly refuse?" Shan Yuru looked at him in apparent surprise.
Song Qingshu had to admire her acting. She made it seem real, but he had no desire to provoke these demonic sect enchantresses who cultivated Charm Techniques. "All right, all right. I'm not in the mood today. Go back yourself."
"You drank a little too much today, young master. You should rest properly. I will not disturb you any longer and shall take