"Don't worry. You can sit in my sedan chair later," Haemish said.
"In the sedan chair?" Song Qingshu frowned. "But the city gates have been sealed. Even if you're the Princess Consort, they'll definitely inspect your sedan chair."
"Relax. At most, they'll give it a cursory inspection. Do you think they'll turn everything upside down? Besides, my sedan chair is different from the others." Haemish crooked a finger at him and led him swiftly to a sedan chair. She had already dismissed the attendants around them to a distance.
She reached beneath the edge of the seat and pressed something. A hidden door opened beneath her seat.
Song Qingshu frowned. "I'm not crawling into a dog hole like that."
Haemish smiled sweetly. "How would I dare make a dignified Grandmaster crawl in there? You can just sit with me. That is only for use when there's no other choice."
"But isn't your sedan chair a little too small?" Song Qingshu asked with a frown.
Haemish hooked her arm through his. "Young Master can hold me. Of course, if Young Master doesn't mind, I can hold you instead?"
An astonishing softness pressed against his arm. Song Qingshu thought, Is this vixen doing it on purpose?
"A beauty has invited me. How could I refuse?" Song Qingshu entered first and sat down in the sedan chair with an imposing air.
Only then did Haemish call the attendants over from afar before slipping into the sedan chair as well. Though she had kept talking about holding him, she instead sat beside him.
The sedan chair was not large, but it could barely fit two people. Soon, someone lifted it and carried it outward.
Feeling the astonishing softness beside him, Song Qingshu could not help sighing. "Has anyone ever told the Princess Consort that