Song Shou’an and his party left Huatang Qiuyue, facing the river breeze as they moved forward, walking very slowly.
After having a few cups of wine, he felt a bit tipsy, his heart burning with desire, his expression one of lingering satisfaction.
The Attendant smiled obsequiously.
"Master, what do you think of Little Taohong?"
Song Shou’an casually said, "Not bad."
Having left Central Capital, he didn’t need to serve under the watchful eye of that shrewish woman, and Song Shou’an felt completely spirited, quite pleased with everything he saw. Naturally blessed with a handso face, riding a tall horse to Huatang Qiuyue, he was bound to attract the attention of many beautiful and delicate ladies swirling around him, a most delightful feeling.
Little Taohong was indeed the most beautiful amongst them.
But Song Shou’an had the desire, yet not the courage.
With so many eyes and ears around, he couldn’t figure out how many spies Li Sangruo that venomous woman had, so how could he dare to make a rash move?
Thus, making the excuse of investigating Eunuch Chang’s death, he sat for a mont, drank quite a few cups, not even touching the girl’s fingertips.
A breeze blew by, and his heart always felt as if sothing was missing, not having had enough fun.
The Attendant, understanding him perfectly, smiled suggestively.
"Shall I bring the girl to Master?"
Song Shou’an glanced at him.
"Do not act rashly."
"Your servant knows what to do, I guarantee it won’t co to light..."
Seeing that Song Shou’an said nothing, he continued to butter him up.
"Master is a nobleman. Having taken a fancy to her, Little Taohong, is a stroke of heaven-sent luck. After the event, give her so money to send her away, would she dare to openly spread nonsense? If Master is worried, your servant also has ways to keep her silent, so it won’t reach the Empress Dowager’s ears."
Those around Song Shou’an were all brought out from his hotown, his trusted aides, and if he were to fall from grace, they wouldn’t have any standing in front of Li Sangruo, and were unlikely to betray him.
The rationale was clear. But upon hearing "Empress Dowager", Song Shou’an couldn’t help but feel his heart palpitate.
"Shut up, do not talk nonsense."
The Attendant gave a quick response, he carefully observed Song Shou’an expression and said, "This ti, your Highness is making a mountain out of a molehill."
They had been sent to Xinzhou early to make arrangents, but for such a small place, what was there to arrange or strategize about?
Song Shou’an was set on eating, drinking, and having fun, like a bird freed from its cage; once outside the palace gates, the power in his hands was the real deal.
Listening to his follower’s flattery, he got sowhat carried away.
"At the end of the day, she’s just a woman, what insight can she have?" His subordinates, seeing that Song Shou’an was not angry, climbed up the taphorical pole, "No matter how capable, is she not still under Master’s power? With just a little finesse from Master, won’t she obey your every word?"
Feng Yun’s carriage was traveling slowly; the group walking and talking behind her quickly caught up.
Up ahead the road narrowed, and Ge Guang was preparing to steer the carriage to the side to yield, but he heard Feng Yun’s soft voice:
"No need to give way."
Upon hearing this, Ge Guang thought: Of course.
In Xinzhou City, to whom did his lady need to yield?
Moreover, Song Shou’an was not in his official attire, who would recognize that he was who?
"The carriage ahead, clear the way imdiately!"
Song Shou’an, accustod to being flattered and arrogant, and his followers, emboldened by his influence, saw the carriage moving leisurely ahead blocking the way, and impatiently shouted out.
Ordinary people, upon encountering such domineering behavior, even if they didn’t know they were Imperial Cavalry, would avoid causing trouble and rapidly move aside.
But the person in the carriage, it was as if they hadn’t heard at all.
The carriage still moved at its slow and steady pace.
Song Shou’an frowned, signaling to his followers.
The Attendant took the command and rode up.
"Damn it, are you deaf? Move aside."
"Insolence!" Ge Guang rebuked lowly, frowning at the two slickly grood fellows, "Where did such riff-raff co from, daring to disturb my lady’s peace?"
The fragrance from inside the carriage wafted over with the night breeze, and Song Shou’an inhaled, his heart suddenly itching with the urge to flirt, emboldened by the alcohol.
"Which family’s lady, out and about after dark, couldn’t possibly be sneaking out to et her lover, could she?"
Separated by only a curtain, Feng Yun slowly caressed her hand warr.
"Luckily, his voice doesn’t resemble his."
Song Shou’an did not possess Pei Jue’s tall and robust stature, and his voice was softer, gentle, not nearly as charismatic and magnetic as Pei Jue’s low tones.
"The young lady’s voice isn’t bad..." Song Shou’an hadn’t heard Feng Yun’s words clearly, but that woman’s voice, careless and nonchalant, not coy yet naturally charming, was very provocative. What a pleasure it would be to press her beneath his body, to hear her cries in that wonderful voice?
With desire ignited, a wild fire blazed in Song Shou’an’s chest.
In this dark and obscure place, to take soone to bed, regardless of her family, who would know?
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