Song Qingshu was taken aback. Only after a long while did he say, "Let her in."
Ren Yingying nodded, went out, and led Huang Rong inside. To avoid gossip, she dismissed all the servants along the way.
Looking at Ren Yingying, whose features were gentle and beautiful yet whose every gesture naturally exuded a graceful, noble air, Huang Rong secretly sighed. The women around him were always this beautiful...
As Huang Rong sized up Ren Yingying, Ren Yingying was secretly observing her as well. Though they had met before, she was still struck by the other woman's beauty. The dust of travel and the worry between her brows did nothing to conceal the alluring grace that emanated from her very bones. That fully matured charm was far beyond the reach of ordinary young girls.
Ren Yingying quietly sighed. No wonder that fellow was willing to risk universal condemnation...
After leading her to the entrance of the study, Ren Yingying smiled faintly. "Sect Leader Huang, Qingshu is inside. Go in yourself." She did not call her Madam Guo, worried that Huang Rong might misunderstand it as some sort of implication. After speaking, she smiled and nodded before slowly leaving, giving the two of them space to be alone.
Huang Rong was secretly grateful, thinking that Miss Ren truly was as understanding as the legends claimed.
Yet she stood at the door, her hand resting on it without pushing it open. She was deeply conflicted, unsure what identity she should use to face him.
While she hesitated, the door opened from within. Song Qingshu stood in the doorway and quietly looked at her. "Come in. Standing at the door like that is rather conspicuous."
Huang Rong blushed slightly, murmured an assent, and walked in with her head lowered. She casually found a