A woman might overlook subtle discrepancies in daily life, but no matter how careless she is, the moment of true intimacy reveals everything. That utterly different sensation is impossible to hide.
Over the years, Wanyan Liang had indulged in countless affairs. Unlike Song Qingshu, who cultivated the Joyful Meditation Method to balance yin and yang, Wanyan Liang relied solely on expensive tonics to sustain himself. Though these remedies had some effect, they couldn’t prevent his body from being drained. As his wife, Tudan Jing knew all too well that her husband was hollowed out, a shell of his former vigor.
But the man at0p her now was nothing like her husband. The overwhelming, suffocating pressure he exerted sent shivers down her spine, stirring a primal tremor in her very soul.
Earlier, she had been half-asleep, but the noises from next door had roused her. By the time she was intimate with Song Qingshu, the effects of the dr*g had mostly worn off. Though her b0dy experienced unprecedented pleasure, her mind remained crystal clear—this man could not possibly be her husband.
Tudan Jing struggled desperately, trying to push him away. But how could a woman’s feeble strength compare?
Song Qingshu sighed. “My lady, at this point, does it really matter whether I’m the prince or not?”
“Tang Kuo Bian! You’re Tang Kuo Bian!” This time, Song Qingshu wasn’t disguising his voice, and Tudan Jing recognized it instantly. She froze in shock.
“Yes, it’s me.” Song Qingshu didn’t deny it. Withdrawing from her, he flicked a finger, sending a surge of scorching Qi to ignite the oil lamp. The room gradually brightened.
Seeing Song Qingshu’s face clearly, Tudan Jing trembled with fury and humiliation. “Tang Kuo Bian! How dare you violate me like this!”
“My lady, I’ve never been a bold man. But even a cornered rabbit will bite.” Song Qingshu sighed.
“What do you mean?” She pulled the blanket tightly around herself, her voice icy.
“Aren’t you curious why the prince hasn’t shown up all this time?” Song Qingshu countered.
Tudan Jing’s expression shifted. That had been bothering her. Where was Wanyan Liang?
“Did… did you murder him?” Her voice trembled with dread. If this man dared to assault her, a woman of noble status, he must have already thrown caution to the wind. What other explanation could there be?
“If anything, it’s the prince who’d want me dead. How could I possibly harm him?” Song Qingshu shrugged.
“Lies!” Tudan Jing shivered violently. The thought of her chastity being defiled by a man other than her husband made her feel as if the sky had collapsed. Despair engulfed her.
“My lady, listen carefully to the sounds next door—”
“Filthy!” she spat before he could finish.
“Don’t be so quick to judge. Listen to the man’s voice. Doesn’t it sound familiar?” Song Qingshu’s tone turned cold.
Tudan Jing stiffened. She had assumed the noises next door were from Tang Kuo Bian and Gebi. But if Tang Kuo Bian was here, then who was that man with Gebi?
A horrifying realization dawned. Straining her ears, she caught fragmented but unmistakable traces of Wanyan Liang’s voice. Her body went limp. “How… how could this happen…?”
A faint smile played on Song Qingshu’s lips. He had deliberately let her discover the truth. Simply taking her in the darkness wasn’t enough—true mastery lay in making her yield while fully conscious. Besides, he had promised Gebi he would make Wanyan Liang lose everything. Now, he was swinging his pickaxe to dismantle the man’s life.
In some ways, Song Qingshu and Wanyan Liang were cut from the same cloth. Wanyan Liang had similar ambitions, but he lacked Song Qingshu’s decisiveness. He had planned to wait, to gradually win Gebi over through repeated encounters. But hesitation cost him dearly—one misstep, and he was left scrambling to catch up.
Clearing his throat, Song Qingshu feigned indignation. “That b*stard Wanyan Liang! I invited him for a drink in good faith, never imagining he had designs on Gebi. He kept plying me with alcohol, and out of gratitude for his past kindness during the Kaifeng mission, I drank without restraint. Soon, I was dead to the world. Thankfully, Heaven had eyes—a bug crawling on me woke me up. When I came to and couldn’t find him, I assumed he’d returned to you. I decided to rest in Gebi’s room instead, only to discover… to discover that beast vi0lating her!”
Tudan Jing’s face darkened. Though she said nothing, she believed most of his story. Given her husband’s notorious character, this was exactly the kind of thing he would do.
“If that’s the case, why didn’t you stop him? Why… why come to my room instead?” she demanded.
“How could I have stopped him?” Song Qingshu ‘gnashed his teeth.’ “I woke up too late. He took advantage of the darkness, pretending to be me. Gebi, half-asleep, didn’t suspect a thing… and he def!led her!”
“So you sought revenge on me?” Tudan Jing bit her lip so hard it drew blood.
“What else could I do?” Song Qingshu ‘raged’ in circles. “Wanyan Liang holds immense power and the emperor’s favor. If I barged in, it would mean open war between us. I’d be ruined, and Gebi would suffer too. Better to feign ignorance and take my vengeance here.”
“By vi0lating me, you’ve still declared war!” Tudan Jing nearly fainted from fury. So she was his target for revenge?
“Not at all. If neither of us speaks of tonight, how will Wanyan Liang ever know? No knowledge, no conflict.”
“Why would I ever keep your secret?” Her voice was glacial.
“You will. What good would exposing this do you?” Song Qingshu replied coolly. “Even if I’m punished, your loss of virtue is irreversible. How would your husband see you then?”
Tudan Jing froze. He was right. If this scandal came to light, she would suffer most. Even if Tang Kuo Bian was punished, her loss of virtue had already become a fact. Her husband would never look at her the same way again!
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