Impersonation

Empress Peiman's heart skipped a beat as well. She had only meant to test him. Since he was a eunuch anyway, she had thought it would not matter if he touched her once. Yet when his hand truly covered her breast, she did not know why, but the waves of warmth from it even stirred something deep within her soul.

To hide the embarrassment of actually feeling something from a eunuch's touch, Empress Peiman deliberately snorted. "Xiao Xingzi, tell me honestly. Have you touched any palace maid like this before?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, those palace maids are nominally all His Majesty's women. Even if I had ten thousand times the courage, I would not dare offend them." Song Qingshu hurriedly cleared himself. This time, however, he was not lying. He had crossed paths with many women, but he really did not seem to have touched any palace maids.

"How could those lowly wenches count as His Majesty's women? Hmph!" A wave of irritation rose in Empress Peiman's heart, but she quickly calmed herself and smiled charmingly. "The one you are touching now is the genuine emperor's woman."

Song Qingshu chuckled. "But Your Highness was the one who told me to touch you. This lowly one may not dare offend His Majesty, but I dare even less to defy Your Highness's decree."

The Yellow-robed Woman could no longer bear to watch. After fiercely glaring at Song Qingshu's back, she turned and left with a flushed face. Her mind was in turmoil, and she nearly exposed herself to the guards. Fortunately, she had diligently practiced the Nine Yin Manual since childhood, and her lightness skill had reached the point of perfect ease. In the end, she narrowly escaped Taihe Hall.

Once he sensed that the Yellow-robed Woman had left, Song Qingshu