Dancing on a Tightrope

Once Ge Bi left, Tudan Jing was the only woman remaining. She looked at her husband, then secretly glanced at Song Qingshu, feeling unbearably awkward. The thought that both men had slept with her made her feel as if she were sitting on pins and needles. She hastily found an excuse, saying she needed to return to the residence to worship the Buddha, and rose to take her leave.

Wanyan Liang had done her wrong the previous night and was feeling guilty, so he decided to accompany his wife back.

"Prince, Princess Consort, why not have breakfast before you leave?" Song Qingshu said with a faintly teasing smile.

Wanyan Liang actually wanted to see Ge Bi a little longer, but seeing that his wife was determined to leave, he smiled and declined. "No need to trouble yourself. We've already imposed for quite some time, and there are matters to attend to at the residence. We'll be going now. We can gather again another time."

After his conversation with Song Qingshu, he felt he had gained a great deal and urgently needed to return to discuss matters with his trusted adviser, Xiao Yu. Thus, he took the opportunity to bid farewell.

He then rose and said to Tudan Jing, "Xiaojing, sit here for a while. I'll go tell the servants to prepare the carriage and horses."

At the thought of being alone with Song Qingshu, Tudan Jing panicked. She was about to call after her husband, but Wanyan Liang left too quickly. Before she could make a sound, he had vanished beyond the courtyard.

Song Qingshu noticed her expression and smiled. "Does the Princess Consort dislike being with me that much?"

Tudan Jing blushed. "You know why."

"They say that one day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of