Song Lianhe followed Xuan Mei to the main hall with Shuang Ye in tow. Xuan Mei entered first, then stood to the side, cradling her sword. Her gaze was cold and disdainful; even a casual glance felt lethal.
'Talk about a sense of security!'
Song Lianhe was really starting to like this woman.
From the moment Song Lianhe stepped into the main hall, Song Xilan had been scrutinizing her. She noticed that not only had Lianhe's complexion improved, but her entire demeanor was more relaxed than before. She must be living quite comfortably here.
But as for the idea that King Qing had actually taken a fancy to her, Song Xilan refused to believe it.
Everyone knew King Qing was aloof toward women. Besides, even if he and Song Lianhe were having a secret affair, he would never do it with such fanfare, making sure everyone knew.
'So, after thinking it over, his intention must be to win her over to his side!'
