Shuangâer had spent the entire night with Song Qingshu, so she naturally knew about the erotic tales he spoke of; the woman in those stories wasnât Cheng Yaojia.
âI was only doing this to save that coupleâŠâ Song Qingshu then told Shuangâer about their identities as Song Dynasty envoys and explained the complexities involved.
âBrother Song, Iâm sorry, I misunderstood you,â Shuangâer said apologetically.
âItâs alright, youâre my dear Shuangâer,â Song Qingshu said, putting his arm around her soft waist.
Shuangâer felt incredibly sweet inside, but still said, âBut Iâm worried that your words might affect their relationship.â
Song Qingshu smiled and said, âGood Shuangâer, donât worry. If they truly love each other, Lu Guanying wouldnât believe a word of those fabricated stories. If Lu Guanying really doubts his wife, it proves their relationship isnât as good as it seems. Getting away sooner would be a relief for Cheng Yaojia.â
Shuangâer nodded, âThatâs true.â In her view, lovers unconditionally trust each other. If it were her, she would never doubt Song Qingshu, so she agreed with his assessment.
âBrother Song, how did you suddenly become a high-ranking official in the Jin state?â Shuangâer had been so immersed in the joy of reuniting with her lover last night that she had forgotten to ask this question.
Song Qingshu chuckled, âThis is a long story. It all started when I attempted to assassinate Emperor KangxiâŠâ He then roughly recounted his disguise as Kangxi, his acquisition of the Golden Serpent King, and his subsequent journey to the Jin state, revealing almost nothing except for some details about his philandering.
He rarely spoke of these matters to anyone. Aside from a few close friends like Dongfang Muxue and Zhou Zhiruo, only Shuangâer knew the truth, but he wasnât worried about anything going wrong. As he had said before, true love deserves complete trust, and he knew Shuangâerâs character perfectly well; she would never betray his trust.
Shuangâer gasped in surprise, her cherry-like lips almost large enough to fit a duck egg. She quickly pressed her finger to Song Qingshuâs lips, âBrother Song, it was all my fault for being so naive, letting you reveal such a secretâŠâ
âSo what? My dear Shuangâer isnât an outsider,â Song Qingshu said softly, holding her delicate hand.
âIâŠIâŠâ Shuangâer was deeply moved, her voice choked with emotion. âBrother Song, I am, after all, Xiaobaoâs wife. Iâm not as close as Sister Zhou and the others. If even the slightest leak of this matter were to occur, it would be a catastrophe. How could you just tell me like that?â
âWhy canât I tell you?â Song Qingshu embraced her. âWould you tell anyone else about this?â
Shuangâer quickly waved her hands. âBrother Song trusts me so much. Even if I were to be cut to pieces, I would never tell anyone!â
âThatâs settled then,â Song Qingshu pecked her smooth cheek. âBesides, others may not know your relationship with Brother Wei, but donât I? Youâre just Brother Weiâs betrothed, and all your âfirstsâ were given to meâŠâ
Shuangâer blushed deeply and buried her head in his chest. âBrother Song, youâre so naughtyâŠâ
Song Qingshu thoroughly enjoyed her gentle, pink fists, lowering his⊠He whispered in her ear, âGood Shuangâer, I know youâre loyal and righteous, so I wonât mind if you have to observe three years of mourning for Brother Wei as his wife. However, others might misunderstand your relationship with Wei Xiaobao in the future, and then you mightâŠâ
Before Song Qingshu could finish, Shuangâer raised her head, her large, watery eyes gazing at him affectionately: âBrother Song, Shuangâer wonât compete with the other sisters for anything. Shuangâer only asks to be a maidservant secretly by your side, and that would be enough for me.â
Song Qingshu frowned, âThatâs too unfair to you.â
Shuangâer smiled and shook her head, âLuckily, I met such a magnanimous man as you, Brother Song. Otherwise, would anyone else have agreed to let me observe mourning for Xiaobao? Brother Song has fulfilled Shuangâerâs wishes, protecting both her loyalty and Xiaobaoâs reputation. Iâm overjoyed; how could I feel wronged?â
âShuangâer~â Song Qingshu felt a surge of tenderness, embraced her soft waist, and ki$sed her deeply again.
He consulted Shuangâer again and found that she still did not want to publicly marry him. Since that was the case, Song Qingshu did not want to force her any further.
Shuangâerâs bones felt like they were melting. Sitting in Song Qingshuâs lap, she quickly felt the change in his body, and her face flushed crimson. âBrother Song, why are you⊠why are youâŠâ
Song Qingshu chuckled, whispering in her ear, âThe thought of this lady being my bed warmer inevitably gets a little exciting.â
âBrother Song, youâre so naughty~â Shuangâer immediately pouted, but his words had also ar0used her desire. However, thinking of the tingling sensation between her legs, she frowned slightly. âBrother Song, I⊠Iâm afraid I canât serve you.â
Song Qingshu couldnât help but smile. âDonât make your brother sound like a lecher, okay? Iâm not thinking about that kind of thing.â
Shuangâer blushed, shifting her waist uncomfortably, and whispered, head down, âBut your body doesnât lie.â
Song Qingshuâs face burned, realizing his argument wasnât quite convincing enough, and he was momentarily speechless with embarrassment.
Shuangâer hesitated, as if she had made a huge decision, then brought her small mouth close to his ear: âBrother Song, I can help you in other waysâŠâ
Song Qingshu couldnât help but say, âThat would be too much of a burden for you.â
Shuangâer bit her lip, a shy smile playing on her lips: âYouâre such a hypocrite, Brother Song, donât you like me serving you?â
Song Qingshuâs heart skipped a beat, and he couldnât help but swallow.
Although he didnât speak, his body language told Shuangâer the answer.
âBrother Song, youâre good in every way, itâs justâŠitâs justâŠâ Shuangâer suddenly blushed and stopped talking.
âJust what?â Song Qingshu asked curiously.
âItâs just that you likeâŠlike other peopleâs wives, itâs a bitâŠa bit perverted.â Shuangâer finally mustered her courage and blurted it out.
Song Qingshu was immediately embarrassed and didnât know how to respond.
âBut Shuangâer doesnât mind.â Shuangâer whispered quickly, so softly that if Song Qingshu hadnât been so skilled, he probably wouldnât have heard her at all.
After saying that, Shuangâer hurriedly lowered her head, as if to hide her shyness. She buried her f@ce between Song Qingshuâs legs, refusing to look up at him again.
Song Qingshu stiffened, then gently stroked her hair.
******
Later, the two embraced and poured out their hearts to each other, recounting their experiences since their separation. Before they knew it, night had fallen.
âShuangâer, didnât you want to kill Wu Zhirong? Letâs go now.â Song Qingshu had publicly stated that he was unwell and needed rest, so no one in Yangzhouâs official circles had bothered him all day.