"Where are you going so early?" Hearing the movement, Princess Consort Yalun groggily opened her eyes. Her voice was sweet and languid. As she slightly raised herself, the silk quilt slipped down gently, revealing a large stretch of snow-white arm. Her disheveled hair spilled across it, making her look utterly indolent.
Song Qingshu returned to the bedside and sat down, gently pulling the quilt over her. "I don't want to lie to you. I'm going to do something detrimental to the Mongol Empire. Telling you would only give you more to worry about."
Princess Consort Yalun rolled her eyes. "You're telling me this now? Are the things you do to me every day beneficial to the Mongol Empire?" Her little face reddened after she spoke. She had never expected such bold, uninhibited words to come from her own mouth. He must have led her astray over the past few days.
Thinking of how he had held her last night still made her heart race. This man's strength and endurance were simply too much. Möngke Khan had been in decent health too, but to hold her like that without stopping...
She hurriedly drove those chaotic thoughts from her mind, though guilt rose within her at the same time. Comparing them like this felt like a betrayal of her dead husband.
A smile appeared on Song Qingshu's face. "Fine, I'll tell you. You should know why I was injured that day. Today, I'm going to see Guo Jing and the others out of the city."
Hearing him tell her this, Princess Consort Yalun's expression softened considerably, and a lovely curve rose at the corners of her lips. "What, aren't you afraid I'll go report you?"
Song Qingshu pulled her into his arms. "As the saying goes, one day as husband and wife