Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Chapter 68 Disdain and Understanding Become

Upon hearing this, Zhao Min raised an eyebrow. This guy was always so unserious.

The hint of surprise on her pretty face vanished in an instant, and she huffed in a huff, "So Young Master Song is just strolling around. I can't accept your esteemed presence. Please go and wander around somewhere else."

With that, she flipped her wrist and was about to slam the window shut.

Seeing that she was truly angry, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a little amused and exasperated. He quickly coughed lightly and lowered his voice, saying, "Wait a minute—alright, I came here specifically to see you."

Zhao Min's hand movements immediately stopped.

Her eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes trembled twice, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Although she maintained a straight face, the smile in her eyes was impossible to hide. She simply said, "Who asked you to come all this way?"

Song Qingshu glanced at the direction of the guards outside the courtyard gate and said in a low voice, "It's not convenient to stand here for long. Shall I go inside first?"

A blush suddenly spread across Zhao Min's cheeks, as if she had been caught off guard by these words.

Since childhood, apart from her father and brother, no other man has ever stepped into her boudoir in Green Willow Pavilion, let alone in the middle of the night.

But she also knew that if Song Qingshu stood outside the window like this and was spotted by the patrolling guards, it would immediately cause a huge problem.

After a slight hesitation, she bit her lip, took two steps back, and said softly, "Come in then, who's afraid of you?"

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, lightly touched the ground with his toes, floated into the window, and gently closed the window with a backhand. The whole action was done in one go, as smooth as flowing water.

He stopped and began to look around unconsciously.

The room was decorated very elegantly, unlike the typical boudoirs filled with cosmetics and embroidery.

The west wall was lined with shelves full of books, and a long sword hung on the east wall—the very same sword that was the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

On the table lay half a piece of calligraphy, its strokes sharp and bold, carrying a rare air of heroism for a young woman. In the corner, a faint fragrance of wood burned from the incense burner, mixed with a subtle, delicate scent of femininity, lingering in the air.

Seeing his gaze wandering around, Zhao Min blushed even more deeply, a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance welling up inside her. She took a half step forward, blocking him between the dressing table, and scolded, "You—what are you looking around for? Just sit still."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled over a stool, his tone slightly awkward and hesitant.

Song Qingshu also felt that his staring was somewhat impolite, so he withdrew his gaze, sat down as instructed, and looked up at her.

A beauty seen under the lamplight is naturally more alluring than in daylight. Zhao Min's hair was slightly loose at this moment, and her casual clothes made her features appear bright and clear. However, there was a hint of unconcealed worry in her eyes, which was probably due to her confinement and marriage.

He pondered for a moment, then cut to the chase: "When you gifted me the Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment, asking me to agree to travel the world with you, weren't you already planning to elope?"

Zhao Min's smile suddenly froze.

She suddenly looked up at Song Qingshu, her eyes filled with astonishment, clearly not expecting him to see through her thoughts so easily.

She originally thought that Song Qingshu had come to find out why she had broken her promise, but she didn't know that he knew even this secret.

After a long pause, she composed herself, frowned, and asked, "How did you know?"

"I just overheard the conversation between Prince Ruyang and the Seventh Prince in the front hall."

Song Qingshu didn't hide anything from her and briefly recounted how the Seventh Prince had asked for a marriage alliance for his son and how the Prince of Ruyang had agreed to the marriage. He concluded by saying, "I knew it. Given your personality, why would you ask me to travel the world with you for no reason? It turns out you had a plan all along."

Zhao Min remained silent for a moment before letting out a soft sigh. All her previous coquettishness vanished, leaving only a hint of helplessness and melancholy.

She sat down opposite him, her fingertips tracing the rim of her teacup, and said in a low voice, "That's right. My father and I made a bet long ago. If the Wan'an Temple matter succeeds and the six major sects are brought under the control of the court, then I will be in charge of the affairs of the martial arts world, and we will never mention marriage again."

But last night, Wan'an Temple was robbed, and all six major sects escaped. I lost completely.

She looked up at Song Qingshu, her eyes filled with a hint of stubbornness: "My marriage is my own decision, and I will never let anyone dictate it."

I had intended to meet you today and then leave Dadu to fulfill our promise, but who would have thought that Father would be so resolute, suddenly issuing a confinement order this afternoon, and even—”

She paused, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face.

"And they sealed your internal energy?" Song Qingshu interjected.

He had just noticed that Zhao Min's aura was off, and her internal energy was scattered, unlike her usual agile self. Now he realized that it must be because the Prince of Ruyang had sealed her meridians in order to confine her to her quarters.

Zhao Min nodded, bit her lip, and said with a hint of annoyance, "This meridian-locking technique is quite troublesome. It pressed three key acupoints in my dantian. I circulated my qi all afternoon, but I couldn't open the acupoints. I couldn't even climb over the courtyard wall, let alone leave the mansion."

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu frowned slightly, stood up, and said, "Please extend your hand so I can check your pulse."

Zhao Min hesitated slightly, but still extended her wrist as instructed.

Song Qingshu placed two fingers on her wrist pulse, and the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill transformed into a thin stream of warm energy, probing into her meridians.

After probing for only a moment, he withdrew his hand, his expression becoming more serious: "This meridian-locking technique is indeed troublesome. Ordinary acupoint-striking methods cannot break it. If we forcefully open the acupoints, it will damage the dantian and the sea of ​​qi."

"Then what should we do?" Zhao Min asked anxiously.

She had already made up her mind to leave, but now that she couldn't even recover her inner strength, wouldn't she be trapped and die in this mansion, waiting to marry that young prince?

"There is a solution."

Song Qingshu paused, his tone becoming somewhat unnatural.

"However, the acupoints that lock the meridians are all around the dantian. You need to use internal force to massage along the meridians to clear the blockages."

Furthermore, this technique requires skin-to-skin contact; internal energy cannot penetrate through clothing.

He used to complain when watching martial arts dramas that the male lead had to take off his clothes to heal the female lead. Little did he know that he would have to test that rule himself.

It truly is about despising the person, understanding the person, and becoming like the person.

The room fell silent immediately after he said that.

The candlelight flickered, casting Zhao Min's shadow on the wall, which trembled slightly.

A blush suddenly spread across her face, from her ears all the way down to her neck.

I haven't even settled the score with this guy for taking advantage of me in the dungeon last time, and he's doing it again?

She lowered her head, her fingertips tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her heart pounding, and for a moment she couldn't speak.

Song Qingshu seemed embarrassed, but his words sounded like he was forcing him to comply: "If you are unwilling, I will think of another way. However, if we delay too long, things may change."

Zhao Min bit her lip, torn between her inner turmoil and her own conscience.

She knew the gravity of the situation; if she were trapped here, she would have no choice but to obey her father's arrangements and marry the son of the Seventh Prince.

You can touch your own dantian, so privately—

She looked up at Song Qingshu and saw that he was sitting upright with his eyes down, looking like a Buddha in a temple.

He asked suspiciously, "Is it really necessary to do it this way?"

Song Qingshu said in a book of profound wisdom: "This method is the fastest. Other methods may take anywhere from one to three to five days and may not even be feasible."

Zhao Min hesitated for a long time, then finally took a deep breath. "Fine," she thought, "perhaps I owed him in my past life, which is why I've fallen for him in this one." Suppressing her embarrassment, she whispered, "Then—I'll trouble you."

After saying that, she slowly turned around, her back to Song Qingshu, her fingertips trembling slightly as she untied the belt around her waist.

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