Ouyang Feng did not hesitate for long. After all, he still had many reasons to rely on Wanyan Liang. Although the latter had grown suspicious of him, it had not yet reached the point where he would be cast aside like a spent arrow. Turning against him now would be unwise.

However, Ouyang Feng was once a man who regarded the Mongolian army of a hundred thousand as nothing. Even Wanyan Honglie had to treat him with utmost respect. He had been an awe-inspiring figure. Now, hearing Wanyan Liang’s rude tone, he secretly harbored anger. With a cold snort, he pulled out a porcelain bottle from his robes and said, “Your Highness, this is the antidote for ‘Man’s Milk.’”

“Man’s Milk?” Wanyan Liang was taken aback. The name was far too bizarre. “How can a man have milk?”

“This poison is extremely rare, just like a man producing milk, hence the name,” Ouyang Feng replied expressionlessly.

“Man’s Milk! What a name, truly an excellent name.” Wanyan Liang finally snapped out of his surprise and burst into laughter. After exchanging a few casual words with Ouyang Feng, he got up and left.

Watching Wanyan Liang’s departing figure, a cold smile appeared on Ouyang Feng’s lips. “If I ever decide to use this poison on you, this so-called antidote will only make you die even faster.”

*****

Meanwhile, Song Qingshu was enjoying the company of two stunning beauties in Madame Tang’s fragrant boudoir. 

The two women had been at each other’s throats earlier, forcing him to play mediator. Somehow, their competitive spirit had ignited, turning their rivalry into a contest of service. 

Huang Rong, who had initially resisted, suddenly became diligent in massaging Song Qingshu’s shoulders with utmost care, while Madame Tang abandoned peeling grapes for him and instead focused on massaging his legs and feet.

Both women had little experience in serving others. Madame Tang, being a noblewoman, had never needed to, and Huang Rong, a virtuous woman from a respectable family, certainly had not either. 

However, Madame Tang had a natural allure and an instinctive understanding of men’s needs. She could sense the slightest change in Song Qingshu’s expression and adjust her strength accordingly. 

Meanwhile, Huang Rong, a legendary heroine, had an expert grasp of acupressure points, making every touch of her fingers send waves of comfort through him.

Huang Rong’s face turned red as she thought, ‘If Father knew I was using his Orchid Acupoint Tapping Technique to massage a man, he’d be furious…’

Madame Tang, though naturally delicate, was no match for Huang Rong’s endurance as a martial artist. Before long, her hands grew sore. With a playful chuckle, she teased, “Madame Guo, your massage skills are truly exceptional. I suppose you must have practiced quite often on Hero Guo.”

She deliberately emphasized “Madame Guo,” making her intentions clear. 

Huang Rong, of course, caught the underlying meaning and responded with a sweet smile, “When it comes to serving men, I can’t compare to Madame Tang’s expertise.”

Stuck between the two, Song Qingshu felt his head ache. If handling two women was already so troublesome, he could only imagine the chaos of managing a harem.

“All right, all right, stop arguing. Someone’s coming,” he suddenly signaled for silence. Then, with a swift movement, he hid behind the door.

Madame Tang looked at him in confusion, while Huang Rong was also puzzled at first, thinking he was trying to divert their attention. But after a moment, she finally heard approaching footsteps and couldn’t help but admire his keen martial arts perception.

Wanyan Liang entered the room excitedly, but before he could speak, everything went black, and he collapsed to the ground. Song Qingshu rummaged through his robes and retrieved a milky-white porcelain bottle, grinning as he said, “Rong’er, we have the antidote!”

Huang Rong rushed over and grabbed the bottle, her voice trembling with excitement. “Brother Jing is saved!” She turned to leave but quickly realized Madame Tang’s presence.

Song Qingshu looked at her apologetically. “Madame Tang, this concerns Hero Guo’s life. I’m afraid I must accompany Madam Guo on this journey.”

Although Madame Tang was displeased, she did not show it. Instead, she smiled and said, “How could I be so unreasonable? Go without worry, Young Master. I will take care of the aftermath here.” She then glanced at Wanyan Liang lying on the ground.

“Much appreciated,” Song Qingshu said before adding, “Don’t worry, he won’t wake up until dawn.”

*****

Song Qingshu quickly led Huang Rong past the guards, quietly leaving Madame Tang’s room. Once they were safe, Huang Rong suddenly said, “Do you think Madame Tang is very understanding and noble?”

Song Qingshu nodded naturally. “Of course. Even though Wanyan Liang is unconscious, she still has to spend the night alone with him. That’s not an easy task.”

“I don’t appreciate her kindness,” Huang Rong huffed. After hesitating for a moment, she added, “Do you really think she wanted to stay behind? It was clear that we were leaving no matter what, so she simply took the chance to gain favor with you. I saw the look in her eyes when she first heard you were leaving. It was clear as day.”

“So what?” Song Qingshu replied nonchalantly with a smile.

“It proves she’s deceitful and calculating. She might turn against you one day,” Huang Rong said anxiously, seeing his indifferent attitude.

Song Qingshu suddenly turned and locked eyes with her. When she started to feel flustered, he finally spoke. “Rong’er, should I take this as jealousy?”

“How could I possibly be jealous of you?!” Huang Rong scoffed. “We’ve known each other for a while. I just don’t want you to be blinded by beauty and end up getting bitten by that viper.”

Song Qingshu chuckled. “I understand what you mean. Madame Tang puts on a sweet and innocent act in front of men, but behind their backs, she’s a completely different person. Where I come from, women like her are quite common. We have a term for them—green tea b*tch.”

“Green tea b*tch?” Huang Rong repeated the unfamiliar term in her mind. “I’ve never heard it before, but I must admit, it’s rather fitting.”

“Of course. The people from my homeland are quite creative with such things,” Song Qingshu laughed. “But at the end of the day, so what if she’s a green tea b*tch? Men still love them.”

Huang Rong was stunned. “Why?”

“Because they’re beautiful,” Song Qingshu said matter-of-factly. “Most men only care about their looks, not their true nature. Besides, green tea b*tches always act sweet and considerate in front of men, making them feel cherished. As for what they’re like behind the scenes, who cares? After all, ‘let the world be damned after I’m gone.’”

Huang Rong couldn’t help but spit in disgust. “Pah! Men really are despicable.”

Song Qingshu suddenly became serious. “Rong’er, most men don’t like women who talk about them behind their backs.”

Huang Rong’s eyes turned red with grievance, but she merely snorted. “I don’t need you to like me.”

Song Qingshu pulled her into his arms. “But I’m not like most men. I actually find your jealous side incredibly adorable.”

Huang Rong panicked. “I already told you, I’m not jealous!”

“All right, all right, you’re not.” Song Qingshu chuckled. “Let’s hurry and give Hero Guo the antidote.”

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