Song Qingshu rolled his eyes at the exquisitely pretty woman's teasing expression. "What are you thinking? I was thinking about something else."
Feng Nü said with a grin, "Princess Consort Yalun is so beautiful, with such a delicate and moving air about her. What man wouldn't be tempted upon seeing her? Why are you embarrassed to admit it, Master?"
Song Qingshu could not be bothered to argue with her and tossed her the wooden box in his hand. "This is her gift. You can have it."
"What is it..." Feng Nü opened the box, and her eyes immediately lit up. "Wow, these Jade Horses are gorgeous. You can tell at a glance they're priceless."
Song Qingshu said irritably, "I've noticed that all of you love to exaggerate. You keep calling everything priceless. These Jade Horses may be valuable, but they're worth at most several thousand, perhaps ten thousand taels of silver. How could they be called priceless?"
Feng Nü blinked. "Master, you really are no fun. If the Princess Consort heard that, she'd think you found her gift too modest."
Song Qingshu waved a hand. "Enough. I'm going to rest for a while. Don't disturb me." He had been running around every night these past few days and had expended quite a bit of energy. He needed to recuperate and restore his strength.
"Oh, right. Someone from the Fourth Prince's Mansion came with a message, inviting you to a banquet," Feng Nü called after him.
"I know." Song Qingshu gave her a rough account of his encounter with Kublai Khan.
"Master, I want to go too," Feng Nü said pitifully.
Song Qingshu had intended to refuse, but then reconsidered. He had either knocked her unconscious or sealed her acupoints every day lately, which was rather unfair. Besides, she had often