The imagined agony never came. Zhao Min only felt herself fall into a warm embrace, followed by a familiar voice by her ear. "Were you really so certain I would save you?"
The corners of Zhao Min's lips lifted slightly. Only then did she slowly open her eyes and look up at the man holding her. With a tinkling laugh, she said, "Could you bear to watch me be bullied?"
Still perched in the tree, the Yellow-robed Woman could not help but spit inwardly. Broad daylight... truly shameless, a pair of adulterers!
"Eldest Brother, what's going on here?" Seeing Zhao Min lying shyly in Song Qingshu's arms, the Three Heroes of Wudang nearly popped their eyes out. Zhang Songxi could not help tugging at Song Yuanqiao's sleeve.
"Exactly. Wasn't Miss Zhao with Wuji..." Of the elders, Yin Liting had the closest relationship with Zhang Wuji. For one thing, his wife Yang Buhui and Zhang Wuji were as close as siblings; for another, when his limbs had been broken by the Great Vajra Finger, Zhang Wuji had been the one to heal him. Seeing Zhao Min in another man's arms, he was utterly bewildered.
Song Yuanqiao wore a bitter smile as well. "Don't ask me. I'm just as confused." Earlier, when he had heard Ouyang Feng say as much, he had not taken it too seriously. In his eyes, Zhao Min and his son had nothing whatsoever to do with one another. Now that he saw this scene, he was even more shocked than his two junior brothers.
Murong Bo's pupils contracted slightly. Song Qingshu had one arm loosely around Zhao Min, his expression calm and composed, while Gongsun Zhi's face was flushed red. He was clearly using every ounce of strength he had, yet he still could not break free