Song Qingshu was a gentleman and generally would not refuse a woman's reasonable request. Besides, blindfolding her cost him nothing.
Sometimes fate was simply strange. They had only met a few times and had barely exchanged a few words, yet when trouble arose, Princess Consort Yalun had been willing to seek help from him, a stranger. And by coincidence, he had happened to be here.
Of course, although Princess Consort Yalun had only seen him a few times, Song Qingshu had met her several times before while posing as the Water Moon Great Sect Master. Back then, she had struck him as exceptionally aloof, dignified and beautiful, with a faintly inviolable air about her. Compared with Haemish's bewitching charm that could turn the world upside down, they were complete opposites.
No matter how vivid his imagination was, he could never have expected that before long, the noble and elegant Yalun would be lying before him in such a helpless, inviting state—and that she had invited him of her own accord.
Once blindfolded, Princess Consort Yalun saw nothing but darkness. Her chest rose and fell sharply, and it was clear that she was anxious to the extreme as she waited for the moment fate descended upon her.
Yet after some time, the other party still made no move. She could not help asking in a trembling voice, "You... why aren't you saying anything?"
Song Qingshu had originally been carefully admiring her beauty. Hearing this, he smiled. "Didn't you want to imagine that I'm Möngke Khan? If I speak, it'll ruin the illusion."
Princess Consort Yalun bit her lip. This man really was a little wicked. "I'm a little scared when you don't speak."
"Scared of what? Are you afraid someone might switch places halfway through?" Song Qingshu leaned close to her