Hearing footsteps from afar, Yang Miaozhen knew that staying here would be dangerous. Although she was familiar with Song Qingshu, she couldn't figure out the current situation. Her years of cautiousness prevented her from placing herself in danger. Gazing deeply at Song Qingshu, she made a prompt decision to run outside.
"Where do you think you're going?!" Qiu Qianren's furious roar could be heard from outside, followed by the clashing of weapons. Not long after, the sounds of battle grew further and further away.
"Reporting to Lord Marshal, the assassin's martial arts are very high. He managed to break through the encirclement before we could surround him. Mister Qiu is currently pursuing him." A personal guard reported from outside.
Song Qingshu plainly replied, "Inform Mister Ouyang to bring Mister Qiu back. There's no need to worry about that assassin."
"Yes!" Although the personal guard was puzzled, a military order must be obeyed. He didn't dare to ask anything and hastily retreated.
Song Qingshu pondered in his heart. With Yang Miaozhen's martial arts, she naturally wouldn't fear Qiu Qianren. However, if the two of them were to fight, he wouldn't want to see any mishaps on either side. Moreover, if he were to capture Yang Miaozhen, dealing with her would be a huge headache. Thus, he might as well let her go. She had only bumped into him once and lacked sufficient information. Even if she had suspicions, she wouldn't be able to determine his relationship with Tang Kuo Bian.
After settling the crisis regarding the assassin, Song Qingshu turned around and gazed at the absent-minded Taitish. He curiously asked, "Why did you save me earlier?"
Taitish blankly shook her head and mumbled, "I don't know either. I just subconsciously pushed you away."
"It seems that deep in Madam's heart, you still can't bear to see me get hurt." Seeing Taitish's brows creasing, Song Qingshu hastily changed the topic. "Tell me about your husband."
Hearing him mention her husband, Taitish's eyes gradually revealed a trace of tenderness. "Qianye, he is the best man in the world."
Song Qingshu wasn't overly hasty. Instead, he pulled out a chair and gestured for her to take a seat. He didn't lean over like before, but instead sat far away from her. Pouring a glass of wine, he handed it to her. "Mn, to be able to make a peerless beauty like Madam fall head over heels in love, Mister Silver Leaf is definitely a very good man."
Seeing that he agreed with her point of view, Taitish's expression turned even more relaxed and she didn't reject the wine offered by the other party. As soon as the wine cup entered her hand, she was startled by the cold air it emanated. She thought to herself, This wine was clearly at room temperature when it was poured out. Yet, in such a short period of time, he was able to use his zhenqi to freeze it to a bone-chilling cold. His ability to control his internal energy is truly uncanny. I wonder how he managed to cultivate his astonishing internal energy at such a young age?
Gazing at Song Qingshu's handsome and determined face, curiosity was piqued for the first time in her life.
"There's no need for you to deliberately speak against your heart. Qianye's martial arts are far inferior to yours, and her authority and status are far inferior. Even her most outstanding appearance …" Taj-tish paused and deliberately glanced at Song QingShu. "She may not necessarily be superior to you."
Song Qingshu shook his head and sternly replied. "These are the standards of others. But I know that even if Mister Silver Leaf is an ugly freak without the strength to truss a chicken, he is still the number one man in Madam's heart."
"Pei," Taitish spat, her cheeks flushed red. "I'm not blind. If he was an ugly freak, I wouldn't have foolishly followed him out of Brightness Summit." As she spoke, there was a faint smile in her eyes, as if she was recalling those sweet days back then.
Seeing a smile once again appear on her face, Song Qingshu couldn't help but praise. "Madam should smile more often to not waste such a heavenly beauty. Do you know how beautiful you look when you smile?"
Taitish's expression immediately turned stiff. All these years, she had heard countless praises of her beauty. Not only did she not feel a shred of joy, she even loathed it. That was because in her heart, her beauty was only appreciated by her husband alone.
But strangely, upon hearing Song Qingshu's direct praise of her today, perhaps due to the sincerity in his tone, she unexpectedly didn't feel the slightest bit of anger. The only reason why she kept a straight face was because of habit.
Song Qingshu suddenly sighed. "It's a pity that I didn't have the fortune to meet Mister Silver Leaf. I'd really like to see what kind of person could capture Madam's heart."
Taitish hesitated for a moment before saying, "Actually, I have a portrait of him with me …" It turned out that after Han Qianye passed away, Taitish's longing for him had turned into an illness. She had no choice but to transform her heart full of longing into a portrait and carry it with her at all times. Only then could she slightly pacify her sorrowful heart.
Song Qingshu was overjoyed. "I wonder if you can lend it to me to take a look?"
Taitish hesitated for a moment. When she saw his pure eyes, she finally fished out a scroll from her bosom.
Song Qingshu received the scroll which still had the lingering warmth of Taitish's body. He subconsciously brought it to his nose and sniffed it. Immediately, a delicate fragrance wafted over. He couldn't help but be startled. Could this be the legendary frankincense?
Looking at Taitish's fiery gaze, Song Qingshu hastily retracted his perverted face. He coughed once and unrolled the scroll with a deadpan expression. Immediately, a young man brimming with heroic spirit appeared vividly on the paper.
Perhaps because Taitish hailed from the Western Regions, this painting did not resemble the freehand brushwork style of China. Instead, it resembled the realistic style of the Western countries. It resembled an oil painting and a sketch at the same time. Song Qingshu couldn't differentiate it but he could tell that this painting was similar to a photograph from his previous life. It was a perfect depiction of Han Qianye's appearance.
"He is indeed a man of striking appearance. Especially that proud and aloof air between his brows, it leaves a deep impression." Song Qingshu praised as he examined the painting.
Hearing him praise her husband, Taitish's anger turned into joy. She revealed a shy smile. "Back then, I was also attracted by that proud and aloof air between his brows. That was why I fell in love at first sight."
Seeing Taitish's face suddenly revealing a young lady's attitude, Song Qingshu was struck. He hastily said, "I have a gift for Madam. Can Madam temporarily close your eyes?"
"What are you planning to do?" Taitish looked at him with a guarded expression.
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "Don't be so guarded. If I really want to do anything to you, it wouldn't matter whether you close your eyes or not."
Taitish knew that his words weren't false. After hesitating for a moment, she eventually closed her eyes. However, her slightly trembling eyelashes indicated that her heart wasn't as tranquil as before.
After approximately the time it takes for a joss stick to burn, Taitish couldn't help but ask, "Still not done?"
"Done!"
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