Deliberate Misunderstanding

"Going hunting?" Song Qingshu froze for a moment, then quickly understood. Unlike the Han Chinese preference for entertainment like composing poetry and matching couplets, the Jurchen preferred outdoor activities like hunting.

Song Qingshu had long planned to get close to Wanyan Ping and take the opportunity to investigate the antidote for Rouge Intoxication. This had originally been a perfect chance, but he could not help feeling troubled. His martial arts were decent enough, but he had no confidence at all in horseback riding and archery. If Wanyan Ping noticed anything suspicious, the losses would outweigh the gains.

"Stop thinking and hurry up." Seeing that Song Qingshu remained silent, Wanyan Ping assumed he was hesitating. Without another word, she wrapped her arms around one of his and pulled him outside.

"Hey, at least let me get dressed first." Song Qingshu hurriedly cried out. To reduce his contact with the people of Tang Kuo Manor, he had been pretending to be ill these past days. Right now, he was only lying in bed in his underclothes.

In that brief moment, he had already made up his mind. This opportunity was rare, and if he missed it, who knew when he would next get to be alone with her? As for archery, he would deal with whatever came his way. He would surely find a way to muddle through.

"Hurry and change, then." Only then did Wanyan Ping realize that he was not dressed. As if she had been burned, she instantly released his arm.

"Uh, could you turn around?" Song Qingshu did not mind, but she was still his sister-in-law. There were distinctions between men and women, so he ought to at least put on a proper show.

"Pah, as if I care to look." Wanyan Ping blushed, tossed out those words,