Chapter 681: Assassination
A woman stood by the window, her figure graceful and alluring. Her full, perky mounds and slender, supple waist showed no trace of excess flesh. Even as she stood naturally, the curve of her round, firm hips formed a perfect arc. Any man who caught a glimpse of her back would feel an uncontrollable surge of pr!mal des!re.
She appeared to be in her early thirties, her hair elegantly tied up in a bun. Though dressed in simple clothes, her stunning beauty was impossible to conceal. Anyone who saw her would instantly realize she was deliberately dressed this way as a disguise.
“Rong’er, what are you looking at?” The man who spoke wore a bamboo hat. He had thick eyebrows, large eyes, a broad chest, and a strong waist. He appeared to be in his forties, with a slight mustache on his upper lip. He was none other than the renowned hero of Xiangyang—Guo Jing.
The woman by the window was, of course, the famous Huang Rong. Hearing her husband’s question, she instinctively withdrew her gaze, closed the window, and shook her head. “Nothing, just observing the customs of Kaifeng.”
As she spoke, the corner of her eye swept toward the distant figures of Song Qingshu and Madame Tang. She secretly scoffed, ‘As expected, a lecherous man! Every time I see him, he’s with a different beauty. How infuriating!’
Huang Rong suddenly froze. ‘Why? Why am I angry? Could it be that I…’
‘Impossible!’
She quickly dismissed the thought, telling herself repeatedly that it was only because she wanted to marry Fu’er to him and was worried about her daughter’s future.
With this reasoning, she finally calmed down a little. However, a lingering doubt remained buried deep in her heart—one she dared not confront. ‘Why did I instinctively lie to Brother Jing just now?’ (G: She uses “Jing-gege” when referring to her husband.)