Chapter 5008: Cold Glint Editor: Misty Cloud Translations Inside the house, three elderly men shook their heads. "If Second Master doesn’t rein in his little hobby, I’m genuinely worried he’ll cause trouble someday." "Reign in? Hah! That’s his only passion—how could he possibly reign it in? That woman in the main hall—if not for her wounds dampening his interest, he’d have plucked that flower long ago. How could she still be pure and untouched?" "Hmph. I’d say it wasn’t about losing interest at all. He just happened to get excited when Song Lingbo’s wife showed up. But this time, we’re mainly here to retrieve that item from the Song family. We didn’t plan on letting the Second Master indulge in his pleasures." "On the way here, he wasn’t just indulging in one pleasure. Who remembers any of those women afterward? Truth be told, that potion really is something special." "Exactly. But that potion is reserved only for the Cheng family’s direct line or those of the highest standing within the clan..." Feng Jiu listened from the rooftop for a while before cutting off the conversation, primarily out of concern for Lady Song in the main courtyard. If Mi’er’s mother were to be taken advantage of right under her nose, she’d never be able to show her face again. Without a moment’s hesitation, she turned and slipped away, heading toward the main courtyard. The Cheng family’s cultivation was indeed superior to the Song family’s. The two men made their way toward the main courtyard, easily evading the hidden guards and bodyguards within the estate, arriving silently at the main residence. Cheng Wanli gave the elder a discreet signal. The elder remained hidden in a secluded spot within the courtyard, while only Cheng Wanli advanced silently. At that moment, Lady Song wore only a white undershirt, a book in her hand as she leaned against the headboard. Yet, she seemed to have fallen asleep, unaware even as the book slipped slightly from her grasp. Her head rested on one hand as she lay on her side, the quilt drawn only to her waist. By the dim night lamp, strands of hair fell loosely across her cheek, adding a touch of allure to her striking beauty. Because she lay slightly turned, the opening at her neckline revealed a glimpse of snow-white skin, intensely tempting in the soft glow. Cheng Wanli, observing this scene from the rooftop, couldn’t help but swallow hard. His gaze swept over her from head to toe, growing increasingly intense with every passing moment. Noticing she lay alone in the bed, he silently drew an object from his sleeve. Lightly igniting it, he let the dangling wick drift into the room. Wispy smoke began to waft through the air, its faint scent imperceptible to the sleeping figure unless one possessed an exceptionally keen sense of smell. Madam Song on the bed seemed to catch the scent and tried to open her eyes. But her heavy eyelids held her captive, and in the next instant, consciousness slipped away. A flicker of alarm crossed her mind, yet she could do nothing as she plunged into endless darkness... Seeing her collapse onto the bed, Cheng Wanli, perched on the roof, let out a sinister smile. He flipped down from the roof, leaping directly through the window to the bedside, where he gazed at the sleeping beauty. "Hmm, hmm. Song Lingbo is truly blessed! This woman is indeed beautiful, with a unique charm all her own!" " he murmured, approaching her and pulling back the blanket covering her. His gaze grew intense as he took in her figure. At that moment, Feng Jiu slipped quietly into the courtyard. She saw that the person lurking in the shadows had fallen unconscious at some point, leaving only the elderly man from the Cheng family guarding the darkened area. A cold gleam flashed in her eyes. With a swift movement, she darted forward.