Anger

Madam Tang continued, "I hope you will not think of killing him. For one thing, he is surrounded by experts, and an assassination attempt would be far too dangerous. For another, in the eyes of those with ulterior motives, the Tang Kuobian family has already been branded as his. If he dies, our family will surely be purged by political enemies taking advantage of the opportunity. I do not wish to see that happen."

Song Qingshu frowned. "Song does not have a habit of sharing women with other men."

Madam Tang smiled sweetly. "You need not worry about that. He has countless beauties around him, and I am so far from the capital that he would not even have the chance to touch me."

Seeing that Song Qingshu still looked displeased, Madam Tang took his hand and coquettishly said, "Have a little faith in me, sir. You are a man among men. After being favored by you, how could I possibly think highly of any other man?"

Song Qingshu suddenly wore a strange expression. "Could it be that when your husband comes home, you will not let him touch you either?"

Madam Tang gave him a sultry look and whispered, "If you do not permit it, I will not let him."

Song Qingshu could not help laughing. "I suddenly feel that your husband is truly pitiful."

Madam Tang giggled. "Who told him not to be as capable as you?"

Her manner stirred a burst of heat in Song Qingshu's heart. Taking her hand, he led her toward a nearby inn. Madam Tang was startled at first, but once she understood what he intended, she could not help smiling dreamily.

Madam Tang cast a somewhat guilty glance at the guards behind them. She knew that several of them were trusted men