Qiuxiang Tower

The Yellow-robed Woman stared straight at Song Qingshu, as though speaking to herself. "It's clear that you hold no low position in the palace, and you're one of the Empress's favorites. If I hadn't appeared, you would have had a much more comfortable life in the palace. Not only did I often hit and scold you, I even used your death acupoint to threaten you. You should hate me. Why have you helped me time and again? And besides..."

The Yellow-robed Woman glanced at him and added, "Besides, I can't see the slightest resentment in your eyes. It seems you truly want to help me."

"You're so beautiful, heroine. As they say, everyone appreciates beauty. The moment I see you, I feel close to you from the bottom of my heart, so I can't help wanting to assist you," Song Qingshu replied.

"Perhaps I'd believe another man if he answered like that, but you..." The Yellow-robed Woman bit her lip, then hastily changed her words. "But you serve in the palace. With all those consorts and concubines, who knows how many peerless beauties you see every day? Having seen so much, why would you help me just because I'm pretty?"

"There may be plenty of beauties in the palace, but not one of them is as devastatingly beautiful as you, Miss," Song Qingshu hurriedly interrupted, answering with a perfectly serious expression.

"What do you mean, 'devastatingly beautiful'? Is that any way to compliment someone?" The Yellow-robed Woman could not help bursting into laughter, revealing pearly white teeth.

For some reason, though she had faced the praise and flattery of countless talented young men over the years and always answered with a smile, not once had her heart stirred in the slightest. Yet during this time, this utterly ordinary little eunuch