Pink-haired girls are all black-hearted inside!
Song Qingshu shuddered involuntarily, suddenly recalling a meme from his past life in the anime world. The idea was that many pink-haired anime girls were designed to appear as innocent and pure as possibleânaive, kind, and sweetâbut in reality, they were often the most cunning and sinister of all.
Now, Gebi gave him the same impression. She had always been kind-hearted, but the trauma of her husbandâs murder had twisted her into someone far darker when facing his killer.
*****
Time passed quickly.
As night fell, Wanyan Liang arrived at the Tang Kuo residence with his consort, Tudan Jing.
Song Qingshu and Gebi, who had been waiting at the entrance, warmly welcomed the Prince Hailing and his wife.
Observing the faint smile on Tudan Jingâs lips and the subtle dimples that appeared when she spoke, Song Qingshu couldnât help but sigh inwardly.
âOf the four of us here, sheâs probably the only one still kept in the dark.â
Meanwhile, Wanyan Liang was shamelessly eyeing Gebi. Her light-blue dress hugged her flawless figure, her delicate cheeks tinged with a faint blush, and her entire demeanor exuded an indescribable charm. The mere thought of soon having this beauty beneath him, at his mercy, made his breathing grow ragged.
Gebi noticed Wanyan Liangâs lecherous gaze and felt a surge of disgust. But to ensure her revenge would be as painful as possible, she suppressed her hatred and maintained a facade of ignorance.
Song Qingshu had initially worried that her emotions might betray her, but seeing how well she concealed them, he marveled inwardly.
âWomen really are born actresses. Someone should give her an Oscar!â
As the group entered, Gebi walked alongside Tudan Jing, chatting and laughing about gossip from noblewomenâs circles in the capital.
Seizing the opportunity, Song Qingshu quietly pulled Wanyan Liang aside and whispered, âYour Highness, later Iâll add a mild sedative to their wineâjust enough to cloud their judgment without knocking them out. I hope you donât mind.â
âPerfect!â Wanyan Liangâs heart raced. He didnât want Gebi to see through the ruse too soon. After all, the thrill of such affairs lay in secrecy. If she knew everything, the fun would be ruined.
Song Qingshu took the chance to study Wanyan Liangâs guards. Most of the Prince Hailingâs retinue had been left outsideâa customary show of respect when visiting anotherâs home.
These guards were stationed outside to ward off assassins or intruders, ready to storm in at the first sign of trouble. But they were too far away to matter. What concerned Song Qingshu were the elite fighters accompanying Wanyan Liangâthe same ones he had seen at Autumn Fragrance Pavilion: the Khitan masters Xiao Tanggudai and YelĂŒ Yuanyi, along with the Tudan clan experts Tudan Alichuhu and Tudan Zhen.
These four had once ambushed even someone as skilled as Yang Guo, momentarily subduing him before he broke free. In a real fight, Yang Guo would have been finished before he could reactâthough now that he was aware of their tactics, he wouldnât be caught off guard again.
Individually, each was a top-tier martial artist. Song Qingshu mused that facing all four head-on would be difficultâunless he resorted to stealth.
Aside from these four, Wanyan Liang had only a handful of personal guards, too few to be a real concern.
âWhy havenât I seen Ouyang Feng and the others lately?â
Song Qingshu felt a flicker of relief. If masters like Ouyang Feng, Murong Bo, or Qiu Qianren were present, his plans would be far harder to execute. These four were troublesome, but they paled in comparison to those three grandmasters.
After some thought, he realized the reason. Though Ouyang Feng and the others were stronger, they were still revered figuresâguest elders, not mere bodyguards. Unless the situation demanded it, Wanyan Liang rarely brought them along.
Noticing Song Qingshuâs troubled expression, Wanyan Liang asked, âBrother Tang Kuo, is something wrong?â
Song Qingshu forced a wry smile. âYour Highness, tonightâs affairs⊠are best kept between us. If word gets out, both our reputations will be ruined. But these guards of yoursâŠâ
Wanyan Liang frowned. âYou neednât worry. They are utterly loyal to me.â
âThey may serve you, but theyâre still from the Tudan clanâand your wife is a Tudan as well. If rumors reach the familyâŠâ Song Qingshu left the implication hanging.
Wanyan Liang stiffened. âYouâre right. I nearly overlooked that.â He immediately turned to his guards. âWait in the courtyard. Unless I summon you, do not enter the inner hall.â
The four exchanged puzzled glances but dared not question their lordâs orders. They obediently halted at the entrance.
*****
Once the two couples were seated, Song Qingshu and Gebi raised their cups in gratitude for Wanyan Liangâs âlife-saving kindnessâ in Kaifengâthough inwardly, Gebi was cursing him endlessly.
Wanyan Liang and his wife graciously accepted the toast.
Of the four, only Tudan Jing was unaware of the truth. The other three drank with deliberate cheer, the atmosphere growing increasingly lively.
As the wine flowed, Tudan Jingâs vision began to blur. Pressing her temples, she whispered to Wanyan Liang, âYour Highness, I fear Iâve had too much to drink. May I return to the palace?â
âThisâŠâ Wanyan Liang hesitated. He didnât want his wife to suffer another manâs advances, but without her, his own plans for Gebi would collapse.
Song Qingshu couldnât let her slip away so easily. âIf the Princess Consort is unwell, sheâs welcome to rest here for the night.â
âOh?â Though dizzy, Tudan Jing instinctively felt it improper to stay in another manâs home. Yet outright refusal would be rude. She glanced at her husband uncertainly.
Wanyan Liang stole another look at Gebiâher flushed cheeks, her dazed, glistening eyesâand lust overwhelmed his better judgment. âI still have much to discuss with Brother Tang Kuo. Why donât you rest in the inner hall for now? Iâll fetch you when itâs time to leave.â
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