The Empress

"What are you looking at? Get lost!" The woman looked up, caught his gaze, and immediately showed a face full of disgust.

Song Qingshu secretly clicked his tongue. This woman had quite the temper. He had no idea how he had offended her.

"Turn around. Without my permission, you are not allowed to look back," the woman said coldly, then suddenly realized something. "Wait. Go outside and close the door. Unless I call for you, you are not allowed to come in. And don't even think about running. The fatal acupoint on your body cannot be undone by anyone but me, using my unique method."

Song Qingshu curled his lip disdainfully. Was there any need to make such a huge fuss? It was only an arm showing a little skin. If she saw the beautiful women on beaches in his previous life, wouldn't she die of embarrassment?

If he obediently went outside just like that, then he would not be Song Qingshu. He moved closer, ignored her murderous glare, and said with a fawning grin, "Does the heroine need to clean her wound? This humble one can help you."

The woman raised her sword and held it across his neck, her voice as cold as ice. "You dare molest me!"

"Molest?" Song Qingshu thought the women of this world had far too low a threshold for sensitivity. Still, it was precisely this reserve that made the women here generally more alluring than those liberated urban beauties from his previous life.

"The heroine misunderstands. Has the heroine forgotten that I am a eunuch?" Song Qingshu thought thankfully there were no subordinates from the Golden Snake Camp here. If they saw him acting so shamelessly, they might not even recognize him as their leader afterward.

Only then did the female assassin's sharp