Princess Xi knew he harbored deep schemes, though she didn't know what tricks lay behind his facade, she still nodded gently, and then asked telepathically, "Are you hurt?"
Song Yan replied in thought, "I was earlier in the palanquin, now in the palace, how could I be hurt?"
Princess Xi grinned, said no more, and turned to leave.
"Immortal, would you like some grapes?"
On Song Yan's thigh, a delicate young lady giggled, offering a peeled grape to his lips.
Song Yan opened his mouth, just about to swallow, when the bold young lady suddenly moved the grape, then looked at him pitifully, teasingly asked, "Does the Immortal want to eat grapes, or want to eat me?"
Song Yan swallowed the grape in one gulp and amidst the young lady's startled cries, pressed her down, tearing at her clothes indiscriminately.
The young lady's eyes flickered with joy, and she whispered in his ear, "I am called Zhen'Er, please Immortal, be gentle."
