Tudan Jing pursed her lips, unsure how to answer for a moment. Cooperate? Was he joking? Even being discovered doing such a thing with her husband in the palace would have been a grave crime, let alone with another man.
But he had a point. The longer they delayed, the greater the chance of being discovered. Besides, she had no idea where her husband had gone. If he returned and failed to find her, then mobilized the palace maids and eunuchs to search for her, it would be even worse.
While she hesitated, Song Qingshu had already pulled her behind a small grove. Seeing the row of little wooden cubicles before her, she froze. "This is?"
"This is the imperial lavatory, reserved for the emperor and consorts with titles. Other than the eunuchs responsible for cleaning, no palace maids or eunuchs normally come here. And since there's a banquet in the palace today, neither the emperor nor the consorts will come this way. You can rest assured now, can't you?" Song Qingshu had spent so long in the palace that he had long since familiarized himself with places like this.
"But..." Tudan Jing's little mouth fell open slightly. She found it strange that this man knew the affairs of the imperial palace so well.
"No buts." Song Qingshu grabbed her hand and led her straight into one of the cubicles. Though it was a lavatory, it was intended for the emperor and exceptionally clean. Not only was there no foul odor, but expensive incense had been lit inside. In terms of cleanliness and comfort, it was even better than the star-rated restrooms of his previous life.
Song Qingshu casually shut the door, then looked at the woman before him with great interest. Tudan Jing's face alternated between red and pale.