Chapter 1089: Accidentally Hitting the Secondary Carriage

Being embraced from behind by Song Qingshu and enveloped by his masculine scent, Cheng Yaojia felt a blush rise to her cheeks. Thinking of his charming and philandering ways, her whole b0dy went weak.

Seeing his tenderness and affection, Cheng Yaojia was overjoyed. However, she didn’t lose her composure. Remembering her status, she worriedly asked, “Won’t it affect your reputation if you show your face in public with me?”

Before, when Song Qingshu was disguised as Tang Kuo Bian, strolling with him in the streets wasn’t a problem, since he was a Jurchen and had no reputation. But Song Qingshu was different. In recent years, he had risen to prominence in the martial arts world. His assassination attempt on Emperor Kangxi and his great victory over the Qing army had earned him widespread praise from Han Chinese. If news were to spread now that he was with a married woman, it would indeed damage his reputation.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yaojia couldn’t help but feel sorry for herself, wondering why she hadn’t met him sooner. If it had been him instead of Guanying in Niujia Village, the two of them could be openly living together by now…

Of course, Cheng Yaojia quickly dismissed this unrealistic fantasy. Even if time could be reversed, given Song Qingshu’s martial arts skills and status, she probably wouldn’t be able to become his wife. Being his mistress as she was now was actually quite good.

Seeing her sudden look of disappointment, Song Qingshu couldn’t help but laugh. “Madam, you worry too much. I’m notorious in the martial world for my dissolute and w0manizing ways. Even if someone saw me with you, it wouldn’t matter. In fact, it might damage your reputation.”

Cheng Yaojia smiled faintly. “Anyway, Guanying has already agreed to our relationship, so what am I afraid of?”

“That’s good,” Song Qingshu said, gazing at the rosy-cheeked young woman in the mirror. His heart stirred, and he couldn’t help but ki$$ her neck and cheeks again, softly asking, “How much longer will you need to get ready, Madam?”

“Almost done,” Cheng Yaojia’s breathing became uneven. Suddenly, she bit her lip and said in a trembling voice, “You… if you take your hand off my cl0thes…I should be able to get ready faster.”

Song Qingshu laughed heartily, “I’ll get it out when you’re ready, Madam.”

About half an incense stick’s time later, Cheng Yaojia finally finished dressing. She straightened her wrinkled clothes and couldn’t help but complain coquettishly, “It’s all wrinkled like this! How am I supposed to face anyone later?”

Song Qingshu savored the lingering softness on his fingertips and said gently, “Madam, don’t worry. Yangzhou is full of silk and satin shops. I’ll buy you ten pieces later to make up for it, okay?”

Cheng Yaojia’s anger turned to joy: “You said it!” She thoroughly enjoyed the tenderness this man brought her. She knew that Lu Guanying had never been so considerate as to accompany her shopping for clothes before.

“Of course.” Looking at the cheerful young woman before him, Song Qingshu secretly lamented that this world didn’t have lingerie or anything like that. Otherwise, having her change into different clothes for him would be a great pleasure.

A thought suddenly struck him: since this world had silk, was it possible to make stockings? Thinking of his female confidantes’ long legs clad in stockings, Song Qingshu suddenly felt a heat rise in his nose.

After the two went out, they casually ate breakfast at a roadside stall. Then, Song Qingshu took Cheng Yaojia to several silk shops, buying dozens of bolts of exquisite brocade and ordering several beautiful dresses. Only then did Song Qingshu say to Cheng Yaojia, “Madam, please browse around here for a while. I have some business to attend to over there and will come back to pick you up later.”

“Okay, be careful.” Cheng Yaojia wasn’t the kind of naive girl who didn’t understand the bigger picture; she knew he had important matters to attend to.

Song Qingshu instructed two of his Golden Dragon Gang subordinates to help Cheng Yaojia with her things and then headed straight towards the Yuqing Temple. He had heard from his subordinates that people from the Mount Song Sect had been spotted nearby, but since the Golden Dragon Gang hadn’t been in the area long enough to obtain more precise information, he decided to come and investigate himself to find out exactly who from the Mount Song Sect had come.

With Song Qingshu’s current cultivation level, even in broad daylight, if he deliberately concealed his presence, he would be difficult for ordinary people to notice. Therefore, gathering information was far easier for him than for the Golden Dragon Gang.

Based on information from the Golden Dragon Gang’s spies, Song Qingshu quickly approached the residence where the Mount Song Sect members were hiding. After secretly investigating, he discovered that the Mount Song Sect had sent more people than expected.

Besides the direct disciples of Mount Song Sect, there were also a large number of unorthodox experts, including some of Song Qingshu’s old acquaintances, such as the Hejian Twin Fiends, the White Fiend Star, and the Qinghai One-Hit Fierce. Besides these few, there were many more he didn’t recognize, but they were all clearly experts.

“So many experts have come. What is Zuo Lengchan up to?”

Song Qingshu was secretly alarmed. Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from the study and quietly crept over.

“Are you sure that Wu Tiande is hiding in the Yuqing Temple?” A deep voice rang out. Song Qingshu recognized it as Zuo Lengchan’s voice.

“Confirmed. About half a month ago, someone saw Wu Tiande check into Yuqing Temple,” another person replied. This time, Song Qingshu couldn’t recognize the name, but he could roughly guess it was one of the Thirteen Protectors of Mount Song Sect, Zuo Lengchan’s fellow disciples.

“But the strange thing is, Wu Tiande hasn’t been seen since,” yet another person added.

Song Qingshu was secretly puzzled. What were they looking for Wu Tiande for? Did they know it was Linghu Chong in disguise? But wasn’t it strange to go to such lengths for Linghu Chong?

“He’s probably hiding in the temple, studying the Evil Exterminating Sword Manual day and night. He wouldn’t have time to show himself,” Zuo Lengchan scoffed.

“The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual?” Song Qingshu was secretly alarmed. So they were after the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual. But why were they looking for Linghu Chong?

“Zhao Sihai, are you sure that Wu Tiande is using the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual?” Zuo Lengchan suddenly asked again.

“In the battle of Longquan, the old nun Dingxian of the Mount Heng Sect was about to be killed by Junior Brother Zhang and Junior Brother Sima, but suddenly Wu Tiande appeared. His swordsmanship was simply ghostly. We brothers are quite knowledgeable, recognizing a little bit of swordsmanship from all over the world, but we’ve never seen his swordsmanship before. Only the legendary Evil Exterminating Sword Manual could possess such power,” Zhao Sihai replied.

“Indeed, that swordsmanship was too bizarre. We were struck before we even saw the moves clearly.”

“Looking back, it feels like we were foolishly walking into his sword every time. That swordsmanship is truly sinister.”

Zhang Jingchao and Sima De echoed in agreement.

“Judging from your description, Wu Tiande’s technique does indeed resemble the legendary Evil Exterminating Sword Manual,” Zuo Lengcheng said in a deep voice. “Adding to this the information I received from the Chang Le Gang, the two corroborate each other, confirming that the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is indeed in Wu Tiande’s possession.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s just rush in and find him!” someone else spoke up.

“I’ve been feeling somewhat uneasy lately; it’s best to be cautious,” Zuo Lengchan replied. “Besides, Yuqing Temple is one of the Wudang sects; it’s best to avoid conflict with them.”

“But we’ve been waiting here for so long, and Wu Tiande hasn’t come out yet. If he doesn’t come out, are we just going to wait here like this forever?”