A Setback

"Your concubine... pays her respects to the Prince." Though she was frightened, Madam Tang still rose and curtsied.

"What a stunning beauty." As a prince of the Jin Dynasty, second only to the emperor, Wanyan Liang had played with countless women. Yet even he had to admit that Madam Tang was the most alluring and womanly of them all.

Seeing Madam Tang's graceful, voluptuous figure and her peach-blossom complexion, Wanyan Liang gave a surprised exclamation. "Madam, you look so well. You're even more radiant than before."

Murong Bo frowned slightly outside the door. Sometimes, being too skilled in martial arts was a burden. Even through the wall, he could hear every word inside clearly, and he had no interest in eavesdropping.

Thinking that some absurd sounds might soon come from within, Murong Bo's brow furrowed further. He had no desire to make himself uncomfortable, so he walked several yards away. Only after estimating that he could no longer hear their private conversation did he stop.

He was not worried about Wanyan Liang's safety. There were plenty of highly skilled guards nearby, and from his current position, he could survey the entire courtyard. If an assassin appeared, he could react at once.

Inside, Wanyan Liang had no idea Murong Bo had left the doorway. Even if he had known, he would not have cared. All his attention was now on the lovely woman before him.

Hearing Wanyan Liang's words, Madam Tang blushed slightly. Thinking of Song Qingshu's tireless watering over the past two days, she maliciously wondered, If I told Wanyan Liang that my complexion is so good because another man has nourished me, would it provoke him into lifelong impotence?

Madam Tang ultimately dismissed that tempting thought. Song Qingshu was still in the residence, and she feared bringing trouble upon