Driven Mad

"Mmfh..." The Yellow-robed Woman's eyes widened, her mind going completely blank. She had considered countless possibilities, but never this one. Her martial arts were formidable, and her status extraordinary; wherever she went, others revered her like an immortal maiden. Many did not even dare look her in the eye, much less offend her as Song Qingshu had.

"What are you doing?!" The Yellow-robed Woman finally managed to shove Song Qingshu away, her face flushed crimson.

"I spent all that time running around for you and getting pushed about. I had to get something in compensation." Song Qingshu lay on his side beside her, looking at her with a smug grin. "Ah, I do feel much better now."

"Why don't you just die?!" The Yellow-robed Woman was instantly driven mad. Her slender jade fingers shot toward him on a fierce gust of force—it was the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, renowned throughout the martial world.

Unfortunately, Song Qingshu knew this technique inside and out. He easily blocked it with one hand as he said, "If you don't stop, I'm going to kiss you again."

"Scoundrel!" the Yellow-robed Woman cursed. Yet she was clearly frightened by the threat. She immediately abandoned her attack, retreating into the corner of the bed and watching him warily.

"Yingluo, what... exactly is your relationship with him?" The Courtesan Queen was dumbfounded by how abruptly the situation had changed.

"We have no relationship!" After saying so, the Yellow-robed Woman even wiped her lips with her sleeve, plainly furious.

Song Qingshu stared at her in disbelief. "Isn't that a little heartless? We've lived under the same roof for so long, and we've... done that together."

The Courtesan Queen was even more astonished, her gaze toward the Yellow-robed Woman full of amusement and confusion.

"Done... what together?" The Yellow-robed