Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 1035: Heart Fluttering Like a Deer

“Alright, we’ve lingered too long here with Madam. I almost forgot we had important business to attend to,” Song Qingshu said, rising to his feet. “Madam, please rest here for a while. I’ll come back for you later.”

Cheng Yaojia hurriedly jumped off the bed, grabbing his sleeve. “Don’t leave me!”

She was naturally gentle, and after being frightened repeatedly today, she would likely have collapsed if Song Qingshu hadn’t been there. The thought of Lu Zhangke’s ugly, lecherous appearance sent chills down Cheng Yaojia’s spine. What would she do if Lu Zhangke returned later? She was left alone here.

Moreover, she didn’t know where Lu Zhangke had taken her. A woman’s innate timidity made her only want to stay with familiar people.

Looking into her pitiful eyes, Song Qingshu’s heart softened. He was also worried about her safety if she stayed behind. “Alright then,” he said, “I’ll take you with me. But you have to promise me you won’t make a sound. It would be terrible if we alerted the guards.”

“Okay!” Seeing that he was willing to take her, Cheng Yaojia nodded eagerly. She was overjoyed, but also secretly touched. Although he seemed fierce on the outside, he was an extremely gentle man at heart. 

Song Qingshu smiled at her and raised his hands high: “Come on, hug me.”

“Ah?” Cheng Yaojia took a step back in fright, blushing and scolding, “How can I do that!”

Song Qingshu looked annoyed: “What are you thinking? There are many experts in this garden. If you don’t hug me, with your Qinggong, you will be discovered by the guards after a few steps.”

Cheng Yaojia realized she had misunderstood, but it was still too difficult for her to hug a man other than her husband. She said hesitantly, “Can I not hug you?”

“Sure, you can stay here and wait for me to come back to rescue you. But Lu Zhangke will be back first, so don’t regret it.” Song Qingshu shrugged, looking indifferent.

Cheng Yaojia bit her lip, her heart churning with inner turmoil. Although embracing another m@n was far too outrageous, it seemed far easier to accept than being caught again by Lu Zhangke and losing her modesty…

After much deliberation, Cheng Yaojia finally steeled herself and walked towards Song Qingshu. Seeing his raised hands and the smug smile gradually spreading across his lips, she gritted her teeth in hatred, thinking that this man just loved to toy with her.

Seeing her hesitantly approach, unable to bring herself to embrace him, Song Qingshu smiled slightly, reached out, and pulled her into his arms.

“Ah~” Cheng Yaojia gasped in surprise.

“Shh~” Song Qingshu pressed a finger to her lips and shook his head. “Madam, have you forgotten what you promised me? Don’t make a sound, lest you alert the guards.”

“Mmm!” Held in the arms of a m@n other than her husband, Cheng Yaojia was too ashamed to speak. The warmth of his fingers still lingered on her lips, and for a moment, she was completely lost in thought.

“Madam’s w@ist is so s0ft,” Song Qingshu said unconsciously, pinching it as he whispered in her ear.

“I…I’d better stay here and wait for you,” Cheng Yaojia’s heart pounded. She suddenly felt that her earlier decision might have been a mistake.

“Really?” Song Qingshu asked with a smile. They were so close, and seeing the w0man’s fair and rosy face, he couldn’t help but admire her. This w0man had been married for so long, yet her skin was still so beautiful. Lu Guanying was truly blessed.

Cheng Yaojia hesitated, unable to make up her mind. 

Song Qingshu understood. “Since Madam can’t make a decision, then I’ll do it for you.”

Without waiting for her reply, he pulled her out the door.

Cheng Yaojia was startled. She instinctively wanted to cry out, but remembering his instructions, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

Seeing her every move, Song Qingshu couldn’t help but laugh heartily: “Madam, you’re so adorable.”

Cheng Yaojia was extremely embarrassed and turned her head away, not daring to look at him even once.

Song Qingshu held the warm and alluring b0dy in his arms, feeling immensely happy, almost whistling. However, he knew that business was important, and gradually suppressed his playful smile, carefully carrying her around the courtyard.

This was quite a predicament for Cheng Yaojia. Song Qingshu, a w0manizer, while also tempted by this kind of embrace, quickly regained his composure. But she was different. She was a pampered young lady who rarely left her home, usually reading books like Women’s Instructions and Biographies of Exemplary Women. Even occasionally secretly reading stories like The Romance of the Western Chamber felt highly inappropriate. To be embraced by another m@n like this was something she never even dared to imagine.

Their b0dies pressed tightly together, Cheng Yaojia had a vague, hallucinatory feeling, as if the masculine aura emanating from him seeped through her clothes into her delicate skin, then into her b0dy… Her b0dy grew weaker and weaker, her heart pounding faster and faster.

Song Qingshu quickly noticed her abnormality and said gently, “Time is of the essence, please don’t take it to heart, Madam. I won’t tell anyone what happened today.”

Feeling the gentleness in his voice, Cheng Yaojia gradually calmed down. After all, she was a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and possessed the chivalrous spirit of a martial artist. After her initial shyness subsided, she simply opened her heart, even proactively wrapping her arms around his strong waist to ease his burden.

Noticing that he was holding her, and with a casual flick of his toes, glided silently across the night sky like an owl, appearing dozens of feet away in the next moment, Cheng Yaojia was astonished, her mouth agape. She thought to herself, ‘So this man’s martial art is so high.’

Song Qingshu was already an expert at eavesdropping. He immediately recognized his target and, with Cheng Yaojia in tow, stealthily made his way to the rooftop.

Carefully lifting a tile to look down, Song Qingshu gasped. Good heavens, it was all familiar faces.

The Xuanming Elders were obvious, but standing above them were the Master of the Vajra Sect and the Taoist Baishang, followed by Ah Da and Ah Er. The others on the other side were unfamiliar, but Song Qingshu immediately recognized them as not knowing martial arts; they were probably officials from Mongolia.

However, what surprised Song Qingshu most was that the person seated at the head of the table wasn’t Zhao Min, but a young man in fine clothes.

‘Sigh, all that anticipation for nothing. It seems we won’t meet this time,’ Song Qingshu sighed inwardly, thinking of Zhao Min’s radiant beauty.

“Young Prince, judging from the information we have, Li Kexiu is probably just putting on a show. He’s likely more inclined to surrender to the Southern Song.” 

Hearing the voice from below, Song Qingshu’s heart skipped a beat: Young Prince? And with all these experts from the Ruyang Prince’s Palace in this room, it seems this young man in brocade robes is Zhao Min’s brother, Ko Ko Temur (Kökö Temür), also known as Wang Baobao.

“Hmph, ignorant of the times! In that case, I’ll kill all those Southern Song envoys and see who Li Kexiu negotiates with!” Wang Baobao slammed his hand on the table and stood up.