“Are you saying that instead of giving it to the wife I’ve been engaged to since childhood and have now married, I should give it to you?” Song Ning asked through gritted teeth.
Qin Junyue knelt on the ground, looking up. Moonlight fell on her face, her expression unnaturally calm—even carrying a hint of self-righteousness.
“That’s exactly what I mean.” She nodded, utterly shameless.
‘This isn’t difficult,’ she thought. ‘I’ve known Qi Chuyao since childhood. I know her character too well— she looks down on a blind husband. Since she doesn’t like Song Ning, his body is better off given to someone who will cherish it than to someone who won’t.’
Song Ning was angered into laughing again, his voice carrying a helpless, bitter amusement.
“And if she insists?”
“Don’t give it to her,” Qin Junyue said quickly.
“She will insist,” Song Ning said casually.
Qin Junyue became anxious and moved forward.
“Then just don’t give it to her. Can’t you?”
‘I was thinking,’ Qin Junyue mused, ‘if I drain him completely right now, then when Qi Chuyao returns, she won’t touch him, right?’
People always had strange psychology. If it were like before tonight, when Song Ning hadn’t been clear about their relationship, she wouldn’t have had many thoughts about him and Qi Chuyao sharing a room— just a quiet bitterness.
But the situation had changed in an instant. Qin Junyue suddenly couldn’t accept it. She wanted Song Ning to keep himself for her, not let Qi Chuyao touch him.
Song Ning didn’t answer. He took a deep breath, then suddenly raised his voice and shouted into the distant darkness:
“Xia Shuang! Come here!”
Qin Junyue flinched in fright, her body trembling violently. She lowered her head and, through his pants, ruthlessly kissed him twice, then lightly bit him twice.
Then she hurriedly released her grip, stood up, plopped down onto the stone chair beside her, and looked at the lake as if nothing had happened.
Song Ning pointed at her, his finger trembling slightly.
“You… how dare you!”
This scoundrel— she never left empty-handed.
Even if she hadn’t succeeded, she still had to take advantage through his pants, to satisfy her mouth.
Two kisses weren’t enough—she had to bite twice. If she couldn’t eat the meat, she’d lick the grease at the bottom of the bowl.
Qin Junyue coughed lightly, her gaze fixed on the lake, her expression calm.
‘This lake is really… lake-like.’
‘Xia Shuang really came fast.’
As soon as the words left her mouth, a cyan figure flew over from the distance, moving with astonishing speed.
She tore through the night, sword in hand, stabbing straight toward the pavilion.
The pink figure behind her couldn’t keep up at all.
In a moment, Xia Shuang was at Song Ning’s side, her expression cold like ice. She stood there, slightly lowering her head, her voice stiff.
“Master.”
Song Ning extended his hand. Xia Shuang immediately understood his intent, stepped forward, and steadily supported his arm.
Her gaze shifted from Song Ning to the nonchalant Qin Junyue beside him. She frowned slightly, looking her up and down.
From her slightly disheveled hair, to the wrinkles on her clothes, to the footprints on her body.
Those footprints—judging by their size, it seemed the master had kicked her.
Xia Ling then arrived, panting, her face flushed. She bent over, hands on her knees, gasping for air, muttering:
“Xia Shuang, how did you run… so fast…”
Her own elder sister really had incredible stamina.
She had just been standing in the courtyard when she heard the master call. In a blink, that cyan figure had vanished into the night.
Xia Shuang ignored Xia Ling. Her eyes locked onto the footprints on Qin Junyue’s clothes.
She pushed the sword guard slightly with her thumb, revealing a sliver of cold light from the blade.
The blade gleamed coldly under the moonlight.
“Master, if there’s anything, tell me.”
Qin Junyue glanced at her, keenly catching that hint of blade leaving the sheath.
Her eyelids twitched, she curled her lip, and muttered inwardly:
‘You dare to make a move on me? I was with Song Ning before you even entered this courtyard. What are you pretending for?’
Back when she was in Song Ning’s courtyard, this cyan-dressed maidservant hadn’t arrived yet.
At that time, only the maid Xia Ling was in the courtyard, hopping about like a sparrow that never rested.
Later, one day when she came, she found a silent cyan-clad little girl standing in the corner, expressionless.
As for when she started talking, Qin Junyue wasn’t sure either.
Probably later, anyway—she hadn’t paid attention.
Song Ning shook his head and turned around.
“It’s nothing. Let’s go back.”
Xia Shuang sheathed her sword, moving her thumb away from the guard. The cold light disappeared into the scabbard.
She supported Song Ning and slowly walked back. Xia Ling followed behind, still panting, muttering “I’m exhausted” and “Next time I’m not chasing” as she walked.
After a few steps, Song Ning suddenly stopped. He tilted his head slightly and “looked” in Qin Junyue’s direction.
“Don’t wander around tonight.”
“You must guard Prince Xin well, understand? This matter is of utmost importance.”
The implication was clear: ‘Tonight, don’t come find me. Do your job well. This is more important than your messy thoughts.’
Qin Junyue naturally understood.
She stood up, smoothed her rumpled clothes, fixed her gaze on Song Ning’s retreating figure, and tested:
“What about tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow night, can I wander?”
‘What about tomorrow night? Can I come find you in the dark?’
Song Ning’s mouth twitched. He gritted his teeth.
“No!”
“Let’s go!”
Xia Shuang supported Song Ning as they slowly walked back.
Xia Ling followed behind, glanced back at Qin Junyue, then at Song Ning, and continued on.
The night wind blew across the lake.
Qin Junyue watched the three figures disappear into the darkness, and couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh.
Even without Song Ning’s instructions, she wouldn’t be so blinded by lust as to lose sight of priorities.
Prince Xin’s matter was important. Song Ning had entrusted such a critical task to her— it was a sign of trust. She couldn’t betray it.
As for later…
Well, who knew what later would bring? Maybe tomorrow night she’d sneak into his room.
—
Song Ning, supported by Xia Shuang, walked back to his own courtyard.
The lamp in the room was still lit.
His wife was also in the room tonight.
Qi Chuyao hadn’t planned on coming. There were plenty of rooms in the Song residence— she could have just picked one and slept there.
Why squeeze together? But her mother wouldn’t allow it.
At this moment, she sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a moon-white nightgown.
Her hair was loose, draped over her shoulders, the ends still damp from washing.
Candlelight fell on her, softening her silhouette.
Qi Chuyao’s features were exceptionally fine—with a gentle air, a high nose bridge, full lips, and a clean jawline.
She was also a martial artist. Though she hadn’t even reached the first rank, her body was much stronger than an ordinary woman’s.
Her chest was full, straining the nightgown into a rounded curve, rising and falling slightly with each breath.
If one only considered chest size, hers was even fuller than Qin Junyue’s.
She heard the courtyard gate open, footsteps approaching, and Xia Ling’s voice.
She casually turned a page in her book, pretending to read.
After Song Ning washed up and changed into his nightclothes, Xia Ling helped him into the room.
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