News from the Huan Yi Yuan

By now, although Song Qingshu had no desire to face Wanyan Ge Bi alone, he had no choice. On second thought, though, facing a beautiful, exquisite woman was at least better than looking at Wanyan Liang's hateful face. Still, he had to keep up appearances with him. After expressing his apologies at length, Song Qingshu bade Wanyan Liang farewell.

Although Wanyan Liang wanted to look at Ge Bi a while longer, the husband and wife had already put it that way, so what could he say? Watching her graceful figure recede, he found the concubines in his manor increasingly vulgar and uninspiring. For no reason at all, his mood grew irritable.

Naturally, the two of them had no idea what Wanyan Liang was thinking. Yet a woman's innate sensitivity made Wanyan Ge Bi furrow her brow slightly. She whispered to Song Qingshu, "I keep feeling that the way King of Hailing looks at me is rather strange."

Song Qingshu had learned from Tang Kuobian that Wanyan Liang had long coveted the beautiful woman before him. But after finding out that they were cousins, he began to doubt Tang Kuobian's judgment. No matter how lustful Wanyan Liang was, doing something so shockingly incestuous seemed hard to believe. Still, it was best to remain cautious. They should take precautions, but there was no need to say it aloud and alarm Ge Bi.

"Wanyan Liang may be lustful, but you are a princess, and his cousin besides. He knows where the line is," Song Qingshu reassured her gently.

"I hope so." Wanyan Ge Bi soon turned her attention back to her husband. Her fingers lightly touched Song Qingshu's chest. "Wugu La, do your injuries still hurt?"

As those jade-like, slender fingers brushed across him, Song Qingshu immediately felt uncomfortable. "No... it's nothing serious