Chapter 954: Two Choices (1)

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“Han Qianye” held her hand and smiled slightly. “Have you missed me all these years?”

“Yes!” Daiqisi nodded hurriedly, her voice choked with emotion. “I’ve missed you constantly.”

“When did you miss me the most?” A hint of a playful smile appeared at the corner of “Han Qianye’s” mouth.

Daiqisi blushed, seemingly thinking of something, and whispered, “In the still of the night.”

“You’ve suffered all these years.” “Han Qianye” opened his arms.

Daiqisi hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and accepted his embrace.

“Qianye, after you left, I lost all appetite and could think of nothing else. If it weren’t for needing to investigate that Western Regions monk who harmed you back then, I would have gone to join you long ago.” Tears welled up in Daiqisi’s eyes, quickly dampening the clothes on his chest.

“Don’t say such foolish things. You must live well,” “Han Qianye” said tenderly, str0king her smooth hair as he comforted her. “The more wonderful your life is, the happier I will be.”

“Really?” Daiqisi looked up at him dazedly.

“Of course, it’s true,” “Han Qianye” replied with a smile.

Daiqisi bit her lip but ultimately shook her head. “But without you, how could I possibly live a wonderful life?”

“Didn’t I come to be with you now?” “Han Qianye” lifted her chin with his finger and slowly leaned in to ki$$ her.

As his lips drew nearer, Daiqisi’s eyelashes fluttered incessantly, a clear sign of the intense struggle within her.

With her intelligence, how could she not know that the “husband” before her was actually Song Qingshu in disguise?

But Song Qingshu’s impersonation was utterly flawless, as if he were carved from the same mold as Han Qianye, creating a disorienting sense of time and space, making it feel as if her husband truly stood before her.

She had lived alone all these years, lonely and helpless, her longing for her husband growing with each passing year. So, even though she knew the man before her was an imposter, she was unwilling to expose him, wishing only to see her husband a little while longer.

But Song Qingshu was clearly no virtuous gentleman who could remain unmoved by a w0man in his lap.

Should she just let him take adv@ntage of her?

In the moment of Daiqisi’s hesitation, their lips met.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

The unfamiliar sensation made it impossible for her to deceive herself any longer. She pushed him away abruptly, turned her head, and murmured, “You are not Qianye.”

“Han Qianye” smiled slightly, reverting to Song Qingshu’s original voice: “So what if I am? So what if I’m not? Doesn’t it all depend on what you choose to believe, Madam?”

“Your disguise art is truly masterful; even I can’t spot any flaws. If Qianye hadn’t passed away so many years ago, I might truly have been deceived by you,” Daiqisi couldn’t help but sigh.

Song Qingshu shook his head. “I never intended to deceive you from the start.”

Daiqisi was taken aback but quickly understood. If Song Qingshu had truly meant to deceive her, he wouldn’t have chosen this moment to impersonate Han Qianye. After all, they had just been speaking, and for him to suddenly transform into another person would arouse anyone’s suspicion.

“I merely saw you looking downcast and deliberately took on Master Qianye’s appearance to ease your longing,” Song Qingshu said with a laugh.

“Hmph, so I should thank you? If you were truly so kind-hearted, why did you take the opportunity to… to take liberties with me?” Daiqisi retorted angrily.

“I’m not some saint who does good deeds without expecting reward. What’s wrong with claiming a little payment when the chance arises?” Song Qingshu’s matter-of-fact expression left Daiqisi momentarily speechless, and she stood there stunned.

Song Qingshu reached out, wrapped his arm around her w@ist, and pulled her into his embrace. “Have you forgotten your situation, Madam? You are still my captive.”

Hearing the word “captive,” Daiqisi’s soft b0dy stiffened instantly.

Song Qingshu continued, “I already told you earlier that I will have you tonight, no matter what. However, considering your concern for me during the assassin’s attack, I can show special leniency and give you a choice.”

Daiqisi quickly asked, “What choice?”

A wicked smile played on Song Qingshu’s lips as he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “You can choose which appearance I use when we are intim@te later. You can choose me, or you can choose Han Qianye.”

Daiqisi’s face flushed bright red. “Shameless! Vulgar! Scoundrel!”

“Thank you for the praise, Madam,” Song Qingshu said, completely unbothered. “If you’re done scolding, you can make your choice. Will it be me, or your ‘husband’ Han Qianye?” He deliberately emphasized the word “husband.”

Daiqisi said angrily, “Aren’t they both you?”

“There is a difference,” Song Qingshu shook his head. “For instance, with my current appearance as Han Qianye, you should find it easier to accept.”

“You scoundrel!” Daiqisi turned her head away in fury.

“Since you refuse to choose, I’ll choose for you.” As Song Qingshu spoke, he made a move to remove the mask on his face.

“Wait!” Daiqisi stopped him urgently. Her expression shifted uncertainly before she finally squeezed out a voice, so faint it was almost inaudible, “…Just… just keep it like this.”

Song Qingshu revealed an expression that said he had expected this all along. “I obey your wishes!”

“Madam, all these years I’ve left you to sleep alone. I have failed in my duty as a husband. From now on, I will treat you well and not let you suffer the slightest grievance.” Song Qingshu held her fragrant shoulders with both hands, gazing deeply into her eyes with a clear, sincere expression.

Seeing him so thoroughly imitate her husband, his tone of voice exactly the same, Daiqisi felt a surge of anger. Yet, his voice was so gentle that she felt momentarily dazed again.

‘If only Qianye were really here…’

In her daze, she suddenly shuddered all over. Song Qingshu’s h@nd had slipped inside her g@rments.

Her heart trembled. She didn’t know what magic his hand possessed, but after a few str0kes up and down, her b0dy soon grew weak and limp. Coupled with the int0xicating, virile ma$culine aura washing over her, she even felt somewhat disinclined to resist…

‘Wouldn’t this be a great betrayal of Qianye?’

The thought startled her. Even though the night’s events seemed inevitable, there was a world of difference between being unable to resist and willingly submitting. For her to simply let him have his way like this was utterly unjustifiable.

Once this thought took hold, she began to struggle desperately.

Song Qingshu asked curiously, “Why such a strong reaction, Madam?”

Daiqisi’s cheeks were as red as if rouged. She spat lightly, “Pah! You’re not really Qianye. How could I just give myself to you like this?”

Song Qingshu burst into loud laughter. “So the Madam enjoys playing out this kind of ravi$hment scenario with her husband? I like it.”

Embarrassed and furious, Daiqisi’s physical resistance intensified. With Song Qingshu’s current level of skill, he had a hundred ways to render her completely imm0bile. But that would have been utterly dull. Instead, he focused on teasing and provoking her, allowing her to struggle yet ensuring she couldn’t esc@pe his grasp, deriving a peculiar ple@sure from the game.

Daiqisi thrashed about strenuously on the bed for a while until her arms grew sore, her w@ist weak, and a fragrant sweat broke out on her skin. Yet, to her dismay, she found her defenses gradually falling: the front of her r0be was undone; with a gentle pull, Song Qingshu slid her garment down from her sh0ulders, exp0sing large areas of her usually proud, snow-white $kin to his view.

Before she could react, Song Qingshu’s finger lightly flicked the strap around her neck, and the last barrier over her mounds was removed.

A pair of full, firm, and beautifully shaped mounds sprang forth pertly.

Song Qingshu couldn’t help but whistle in appreciation.

Most w0men from the Central Plains were petite and delicate, their mounds generally not very large; a C-cup was considered quite good. But Daiqisi was from the Western Regions, possessing a natural racial advantage in this area. The magnificent pair of melons were at least a D-cup or above.

Feeling flustered by Song Qingshu’s inv@sive gaze, Daiqisi instinctively raised her hands to c0ver herself, but how could they possibly c0nceal anything? In her panic, she subconsciously pressed her b0dy forward, burying herself in his embr@ce. This way, she blocked his line of sight.

Song Qingshu was amused by her ostrich-like behavior. “The Madam throws herself into my arms of her own accord. Don’t say later that I forced you.”

Daiqisi was burning with shame and anxiety, but at this point, she had no other recourse. Just as she was at a loss, she suddenly felt a lightness at her w@ist—her belt had been stealthily lo0sened by him.

With a gasp of surprise, she hurriedly moved her hands to bl0ck, but it was too late.

Song Qingshu pulled her purple dre$s all the way d0wn until it pooled around her ankles, revealing long, sleek, jade-like legs.

“You truly are a ba$tard!” Daiqisi’s cheeks were flushed like rouge. She wished she could sink her teeth fiercely into the man atop her.