Chapter 679: Oblivious to Romance

Song Qingshu deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of “Song Siming” in his mind, silently thinking,

‘Old Song, whoever you are, thank you for taking the fall for me. Even if you die, Tang Kuo Bian won’t inherit Hai Zao and the others.’

Beside him, Madame Tang’s expression turned peculiar. She could clearly detect the flaw in Song Qingshu’s oath, but out of consideration for their past relationship, she hesitated and chose not to expose him.

‘After all,’

she thought,

‘such oaths are just for show. What are the odds that someone would actually die?’

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Moreover, Madame Tang had never gotten along well with her sister-in-law. Wanyan Gebi had repeatedly reminded her to uphold her marital duties, which had long irritated Madame Tang. Now, she harbored another thought:

‘Hmph, if something really happens to my brother, and you end up under another man, let’s see how you’ll have the face to mock me!’

Unaware that his own sister had essentially betrayed him, Tang Kuo Bian was overjoyed to hear Song Qingshu finally swear the oath. He stepped forward and threw an arm around Song Qingshu’s shoulders.

“Good brother, let’s keep drinking!”

“Ah?” Song Qingshu’s face fell.

‘This guy really can hold his liquor!’

Madame Tang covered her mouth with a delicate laugh. “My brother loves drinking more than anything, but his duties guarding the palace usually keep him from indulging. Now that he’s on leave, he’s not going to let this opportunity slip.”

Reluctantly, Song Qingshu continued drinking with him until they were both thoroughly intoxicated. By the end, Song Qingshu could barely walk straight.

Seeing that both men were on the verge of collapsing, Madame Tang quickly ended the feast. She instructed the maids to help Tang Kuo Bian back to his room, while she personally supported Song Qingshu to his.

With most of his weight leaning on Madame Tang, Song Qingshu grinned mischievously. “Madam, your b0dy… why is it so soft?”

Madame Tang shot him a coquettish glance. “You’ve t0uched it before, haven’t you?”

“Actually, I haven’t,” Song Qingshu replied truthfully, thinking to himself,

‘That night with you was Zhao Min, not me.’

Madame Tang pouted with a look of resentment. “You’re so heartless. I’ve been thinking of you day and night, yet you can’t even remember that.”

Already lightheaded from the alcohol, Song Qingshu felt his resolve weaken further under Madame Tang’s flirtatious smiles. As the wine’s warmth surged through him, his hands began to wander.

Soon, Madame Tang’s cheeks flushed, and her breathing grew rapid. She whispered pleadingly, “Not here, Young Master. The servants might see, and if word gets back to my husband, it would be troublesome.”

Song Qingshu showed no intention of stopping. Instead, he replied boldly, “What if he finds out? What can a mere military governor do to me?”

For this noblewoman, Song Qingshu felt no affection—only raw desire. As he spoke, a subtle stream of his internal energy flowed from his fingertips into her b0dy.

“Mmm~” Madame Tang let out a soft m0an, one that even she found embarrassing. A warm sensation spread through her, and her cheeks burned hotter. She murmured, “Young Master… perhaps I’ll come to you later tonight.”

“Why wait?” Song Qingshu snorted and, to Madame Tang’s surprise, swept her 0ff her feet and carried her toward his r00m.

As they passed servants who stared in shock, Madame Tang felt utterly mortified. Yet, nestled in Song Qingshu’s arms, surr0unded by his mascul!ne aura, she couldn’t help but feel a strange thrill.

‘To hell with it!’

Madame Tang bit her lip lightly and bur!ed her face in Song Qingshu’s chest, allowing him to carry her openly back to his bedr00m.

“You’re so naughty, Young Master,” Madame Tang suddenly realized, her voice tinged with playful reproach. “You weren’t really drunk, yet you made me support you all this time.” ℞Ά𝐍Ɵ𝐛ÈꞨ

Song Qingshu inhaled deeply, sav0ring the scent of her perfume. “I was drunk, but with a beauty like you by my side, how could I stay oblivious? That would be too unr0mantic.”

Madame Tang laughed, her b0dy shaking with mirth. “You’re such a sweet talker.”

“Would you like a taste?” Song Qingshu sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her 0nto his lap. Feeling the firmness of her h!ps, he couldn’t help but admire her f!gure.

Madame Tang draped her arms around his neck, her eyes l0cking with his. Her gaze grew hazy, and she bit her l!p unconsciously, murmuring, “Yes~”

The contrast between her pearly teeth and crimson l!ps created a striking allure.

Song Qingshu tilted her ch!n up, a playful smirk on his l!ps. “The wine has made me feel h0t. Would you mind helping me un*dress?”

Madame Tang nodded, her hands m0ving to remove his r0bes. She whispered, “I’ve never been this gentle even with my husband.”

Song Qingshu chuckled. “That’s because your husband lacks the ability to tame a rare beauty like you.”

“Don’t tease me, Young Master,” Madame Tang pr0tested, her slender neck flushing as her fingers brushed against his firm ch*est. She gasped softly, “You look so refined, yet your muscles are so hard.”

“Do you not like that?” Song Qingshu asked, his tone teasing.

“No, I prefer str0ng men,” Madame Tang replied, her l!ps drawing closer to his.

Song Qingshu’s hands had already slipped beneath her lo0se r0bes, and the sensation left him in awe. “Madam, I’d guess your husband is quite thin.”

Madame Tang looked at him, puzzled. “Why do you say that?”

Song Qingshu grinned wickedly. “With a wife as stunning and well-end0wed as you, any husband would be so obsessed that he’d wear himself out trying to keep up.”

“You’re terrible, Young Master,” Madame Tang chided, playfully hitting him with her del!cate f!sts.

Seeing her suddenly display such girlish charm, Song Qingshu could no longer restrain himself. He unt!ed her belt, parted her snow-white le*gs, and deeply sheathed within her gl0ryh0le with full force.

“Mmm~” Madame Tang let out a satisfied m0an, her b0dy trembling under his weight in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

Song Qingshu, now fully sober, felt no need to be gentle with this noblewoman. He indulged in the most primal and unrestrained passion, drilling her h0le with powerful thrusts, releasing the heat that had built up within him.

Madame Tang’s brows furrowed slightly, and she sighed inwardly.

‘No matter how refined a man appears, once the cl0thes come off, they’re all beasts!’

But her brief displeasure was soon swept away by waves of p1easure. Her slender neck arched like a swan’s, rising higher and higher until it culminated in a series of breathless, enchanting cr!es.

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