The generals in the army took turns currying favor with him. Even with Song Qingshu's profound inner strength, his head was spinning from all the drinking.
After the banquet ended that night, he staggered off to find Daiqisi, wondering, Why did she insist that I go to her tent? But when he recalled the suggestive, envious looks from the officers during the feast, he figured Daiqisi must have heard some rumors around camp and had been too embarrassed to visit him in the commander's tent again.
As he swayed toward Daiqisi's tent, Song Qingshu suddenly felt the long-forgotten thrill of stealing jade and savoring fragrance. He had to admit that Daiqisi truly was a bewitching little temptress. Not only did she possess a face capable of toppling kingdoms, she also knew exactly how to stir a man's interest at just the right moment.
Since he was stealing jade and savoring fragrance, the more discreet, the better. Song Qingshu waved away the guards following behind him. With his martial arts, even drunk, there were few people who could hurt him.
Inside the tent, Pucha Qiucao's heart was lodged in her throat. She wondered how she could warn Tang Kuobian not to... not get the wrong woman. Yet after thinking it over and over, she finally realized in despair that she had no way at all.
That hateful woman Daiqisi had stripped her naked, sealed all her acupoints, and even disguised her face. Unless Tang Kuobian was omniscient, how could he possibly know she was Pucha Qiucao?
Of course, once he became intimate with her, he should notice something was wrong if he was attentive enough. After all, her inexperienced young body felt distinctly different from Daiqisi's mature, alluring one. But... but what would it matter by then?
While Pucha Qiucao was