"Are you aware?" Jiang Wuji asked, "Zheng Shi has already found you, and it was I who stopped him?"
"I could only tell him that this matter was at my behest, I have the intention to oversee this case... A good bystander now has to put out the fire. Qi Song, what do you think?"
"I admit my mistake." Qi Song said.
Jiang Wuji did not even glance at him and turned over. The thin silk robe faintly revealed his perfect muscle lines.
Yet above the robe, his face was exquisite and delicate.
The two beautiful maids who were massaging his shoulders and legs quietly withdrew, one behind him, one to his right.
The Yangxin Palace Master sat sideways on the soft couch, facing the scenery on the Xia Mountain.
Qi Song was half-kneeling behind him to the left.
