County Princess and Saintess

"Why?" The Yellow-robed Woman was stunned. She and her sister had spent half a day putting together this disguise. They had been confident that they looked no different from the other palace maids.

Song Qingshu's gaze fell on her flawless, snow-white cheeks, and he could not help smiling. "What palace maid is this beautiful? If there really were a palace maid this beautiful, the emperor would have taken her long ago and made her mistress of a palace. How could those guards not recognize her?"

"Then what do you suggest?" Although their painstaking disguise had been dismissed, hearing Song Qingshu praise her beauty in such a roundabout way made the Yellow-robed Woman's cheeks flush.

"We'll fly in with qinggong." Song Qingshu looked utterly relaxed.

"Qinggong?" The Yellow-robed Woman frowned. "I have to remind you that Taihe Hall is surrounded by guards right now. No matter how good your qinggong is, you can't sneak in without alerting them."

"That just means your qinggong isn't good enough yet." Song Qingshu nearly made the Yellow-robed Woman explode with that one sentence. Seeing her puffed-up anger, he grabbed her hand. "Let's go."

"Where?" The Yellow-robed Woman did not react much when he took her hand. Over this period of time, either her clothes had been stripped off or her breasts had been grabbed. Compared to those, holding hands was practically innocent. Even she herself had not realized there was anything inappropriate about it.

"Taihe Hall, of course." Song Qingshu turned back and waved at Zhao Fujin. "Fifth Sister, we're leaving first." With that, he pulled the Yellow-robed Woman and dashed toward Taihe Hall.

Although the Yellow-robed Woman had long known Song Qingshu's qinggong was exceptional, she had never expected it to be this extraordinary. At first, she had intended to use her own qinggong