Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "Madam, I truly admire your composure." Having taken such a huge advantage of her just now, he could hardly continue sharing the same quilt with her. He kicked Wanyan Dan aside, then lightly sprang back onto the floor.
"Since you did not expose me just now, that proves you are not part of the Jin Dynasty court. I have nothing to fear from you." Daiqisi tugged at the clothes slipping from her shoulder. After straightening them, she turned around and looked at him curiously. "Who exactly are you, sir?"
Song Qingshu shrugged. "My identity is somewhat sensitive. I see no reason to tell you."
Daiqisi was immediately left speechless. With beauty capable of toppling kingdoms and cities, whether back at Guangming Peak or later in the Jin Dynasty, countless heroes had been captivated by her peerless charm and fallen at her feet. Before her, every man had been eager to bare his heart and soul to please her. How could this man refuse to answer even a casual question?
"Dragon King of Purple Robes?" Song Qingshu looked her over and could not help asking curiously, "I remember you were supposed to have returned to the Persian Headquarters with Xiao Zhao. Why are you in the Jin Dynasty?"
"You know Xiao Zhao?" Daiqisi was finally moved.
"We have known each other in spirit for a long time." Song Qingshu recalled that, in the eyes of men from his previous life, Shuang'er and Xiao Zhao had been universally acknowledged as the ideal wives. They truly had known each other in spirit for a long time.
"Then why have I never heard Xiao Zhao mention you?" Daiqisi regarded him suspiciously. Among the people Xiao Zhao knew, there seemed to be only one young man with such high martial arts: