Bargaining

Empress Peiman giggled. "Xiao Xingzi, I've found that after taking off your mask, not only have you become better-looking, you've become much smarter with your words too."

"Thank you for the compliment, Imperial Consort." Song Qingshu smiled. "You should tell me who we're dealing with soon. You prepared in such a hurry; I'm afraid there isn't much time left, is there?"

Empress Peiman's gaze fell on her own body. "You should unseal my acupoints first. Is this any way to treat a partner?"

"No problem." Song Qingshu was straightforward enough. With a flick of his finger, a strand of finger wind shot out and released her acupoints.

Empress Peiman felt her entire body loosen. Rising to stretch lazily, she revealed a bust that made the two girls beside her green with envy, then naturally sat down on the couch. "There really isn't much time. If I'm not mistaken, Prince Wei has already entered the palace by now."

"Prince Wei?" A flash of insight struck Song Qingshu. "Prince Wei is the one you want to deal with?"

"Who else did you think I wanted to deal with, Young Master?" Empress Peiman looked at him with a faint, enigmatic smile.

Song Qingshu's thoughts grew increasingly clear. Since she had asked him to impersonate the emperor, he had always assumed she intended to deal with Emperor Xizong, leaving far too many questions unanswered. Now that he knew her target was Prince Wei, everything suddenly made sense.

"Why do you want to deal with Prince Wei?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.

"It's simple. My son died young, and now the emperor has only that one son left. If that little beast ascends the throne, my end will certainly be miserable!" A fierce look flashed across Empress Peiman's face. She then glanced at the Yellow-robed Woman.