Pucha Qiucao had never hated anyone so much before, especially another woman. She sneered inwardly. She is nothing more than the Imperial Son-in-Law's favored concubine, a woman who can never see the light of day.
Tang Kuobian's immense power now came solely from relying on his Princess wife. Once they returned to the capital, she would tell the imperial family everything that had happened along the way. Let the Jin Emperor and the Princess know that their beloved Imperial Son-in-Law had kept another woman outside. She refused to believe Tang Kuobian could still protect Daiqisi then.
With that thought, Pucha Qiucao felt much better. She walked over to Song Qingshu, knelt, and said blandly, "Young Master, please have some tea."
Song Qingshu had a headache. Daiqisi had humiliated Pucha Qiucao so thoroughly—how could Pucha Qiucao possibly let the matter rest?
But Daiqisi had always been proud and willful. If he wanted to win her over completely, it would not do to scold her while she was enjoying herself. Between the two, Daiqisi was still more important. After all, Pucha Qiucao was merely the eldest daughter of the Puchá Clan and could not fully represent the clan's interests.
Thus, though Song Qingshu hesitated briefly, he still accepted the tea Pucha Qiucao offered. Of course, in order to ease the atmosphere, he put on a show of helping her up. "Miss Qiucao, please rise quickly!"
Pucha Qiucao silently got to her feet. Biting her lip, she said nothing and simply stood to one side with a dark expression. Having vented the resentment she had bottled up these past days, Daiqisi was also satisfied. She stood aside and stopped pressing the matter.
At this point, Yin Zhiping invited the sixteen senior disciples to sit in the separate courtyard and discuss a response. "This