Princess Consort Yalun did not know why she was angry. Could it be that she had fallen in love with him? Even she did not believe that thought. She was not some sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl; how could she fall in love with a man in such a short time?
Moreover, as a Princess Consort, she had long since married and borne children. As a mature woman, she naturally would not be so irrational. She knew that at most, she simply had a favorable impression of him. They were merely taking what they each needed...
Talking about love was still far too soon.
Then why was she so angry? Princess Consort Yalun pondered for a long while without reaching any conclusion. She could only comfort herself by saying that she had been anxiously worried about his safety, only to find him being intimate with another woman outside. And he had even brought another woman here—would that not put her at risk of being exposed?
If word got out that she had taken Song Qingshu in, it would definitely cause a huge uproar in Karakorum City. By then, her family would likely suffer as well.
With all these factors combined, how could she not be angry?
After looking more closely, she noticed that the woman in his arms was dressed in nearly transparent clothing. As a woman herself, she had to admit that the woman's figure was truly alluring. Yet when she saw their skin almost pressed tightly together, she still could not help wanting to explode.
What did this bastard take her place for? He came and went whenever he pleased, and now he was even bringing other women here?
Noticing that something was off about Princess Consort Yalun's expression, Song Qingshu gestured for her to be quiet. He gently