Only then did Huang Rong tremble as she opened her eyes. She discovered that not only had she not fallen off the cliff, she was instead gliding steadily through the air. She was utterly stunned. "Th-this..."
"Do I suddenly seem much taller and more imposing? Are you wondering how I did it?" Song Qingshu glanced at her smugly.
Huang Rong had indeed been about to ask how he had managed it, but after he put it that way, how could she bring herself to ask? Thinking quickly, she asked another question instead. "Who is Shan Rou?"
Song Qingshu caught his breath and said gloomily, "Why don't you play by the rules?"
A hint of mischief flashed through Huang Rong's lively eyes. "That sounds like a woman's name. Aren't you afraid I'll tell Miss Zhou and the Ninth Princess?"
"Go ahead and tell them. Just remember to mention that you've become their sister too." Song Qingshu chuckled.
"Shameless!" Huang Rong spat, her face flushed, though she was not truly angry.
Only then did Song Qingshu turn back toward Wanyan Liang and the others at the cliff's edge and burst out laughing. "The net Prince laid was nothing much after all. Hailing's grand scheme brought peace to the realm, yet he lost both his wife and his troops."
As he spoke, he smugly kissed Huang Rong on the cheek. Wanyan Liang, who had long regarded Huang Rong as his destined prize, nearly had his eyes split with rage. Ouyang Feng, who knew Song Qingshu's identity, was equally dumbstruck. He actually kissed Huang Rong, and judging from her reaction, she doesn't seem all that angry...
Ouyang Feng's anger gradually turned to delight, and an odd smile appeared on his face. Although Huang Rong had escaped this time, the antidote she had obtained was