The Shadow Assassin outside seemed to sense something. All of a sudden, he felt an emptiness in his heart, as though he had lost something important. He subconsciously patted himself down, but an assassin carried very little with him to begin with. What could he possibly have lost?
"Strange, why do I feel this way?" He turned to look at the sedan chair swaying up and down as it was carried, then could not help asking, "Princess Consort?"
"Hm? Mmm... what... is it?" Haemish's voice came from within after a pause.
"Nothing." Having confirmed that she was safe, the Shadow Assassin finally relaxed. Moreover, he noticed that her voice sounded even sweeter than usual when she spoke to him. Had all these years of serving at her side finally moved her?
They escorted the sedan chair all the way back to Guyuk Khan's Prince's Mansion. A voice came from inside, telling him that he need not follow any farther, while also instructing the bearers to carry the chair directly into her courtyard.
Haemish had always been lazy and disliked walking, so this had happened before. No one found it suspicious.
Though the Shadow Assassin was somewhat reluctant, he did not refuse. Worried about upsetting the woman of his dreams, he had never disobeyed any of her requests.
Once the sedan chair was set down in her courtyard and everyone had left, Song Qingshu could not help sighing. "I've seen this Shadow Assassin's assassination skills. He's quite capable, yet you've toyed with him until he's become like some A Fei."
"Who is A Fei?" Haemish lazily looped her arms around his neck, her cheeks flushed crimson. Clearly, the recent experience had left even the normally bold her heart racing beyond control.
"You wouldn't know him. A tragic man." Song Qingshu carried