âDidnât hear anything?â Song Qingshu smiled noncommittally. âWeâre all sensible people, why should Madam deceive herself?â
Cheng Yaojia was filled with regret, thinking to herself why she had been so foolish as to eavesdrop, only to overhear such a shocking secret, which had now brought her into this mess.
âI wonât tell anyone else,â Cheng Yaojia hurriedly assured him.
Song Qingshu shook his head, stood up, and walked to her. âI have no doubt about your sincerity, Madam. However, people change. Without me watching, who knows if you might reveal my secret for other reasons?â
Cheng Yaojia took two steps back, flustered, and said, âNo, youâve been so kind to me these past few days. Iâm so grateful; how could I possibly do anything to betray you?â
Looking at her delicate face, Song Qingshu asked calmly, âWhat if your husband asks you to tell him?â
âIâŠI still wonât tell him.â Cheng Yaojia hesitated at first, but her voice grew increasingly firm.
Song Qingshu reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. âI can feel your sincerity, Madam, but Iâm a rational person. I wonât entrust my future to a promise.â
Cheng Yaojiaâs face paled, and she trembled as she said, âI understand what you mean. I only ask that you remember your promise and help me rescue husband.â She then quietly closed her eyes.
Seeing her delicate eyelashes tremble slightly, Song Qingshu chuckled, âWhat are you doing?â
âWerenât you going to kill me to silence me? Go ahead,â Cheng Yaojia replied, though her rapidly heaving chest betrayed her inner turmoil.
Song Qingshu couldnât help but smile: âWho said I was going to kill you?â
âHuh?â Cheng Yaojia opened her eyes, looking at him blankly. âYouâŠyouâre not going to kill me?â
Song Qingshu gently lifted Cheng Yaojiaâs chin, admiringly saying, âA woman as beautiful as you, Madam, what man would bear to harm you?â However, he quickly changed his tone: âOf course, if we hadnât met before, even if I were reluctant, Iâd probably have no choice but to cruelly destroy you.â
Although Cheng Yaojia was shy and timid, she was also a clever woman. Hearing this, she knew that he had no intention of killing her, and couldnât help but bite her lip: âThank you.â
âMadam, donât be in such a hurry to thank me. Although I wonât kill you, to ensure that the secret isnât leaked, I can only ask that you bear with it for a moment and stay by my side until I come up with a foolproof plan.â
At this moment, Song Qingshu couldnât help but sigh. Why did he dislike killing so much? The ruthless protagonists in those fantasy novels of his past life could resolve such matters in the blink of an eye, but he had to deal with this headache.
After much thought, Song Qingshu could only attribute it to his past life as an ordinary person. He understood the psychology of ordinary people and didnât want to be eliminated like ants by nobles, privileged individuals, or powerful figures. In this world, due to various reasons, he was no longer ordinary, but he didnât want to lose his conscience and wantonly harm other ordinary people.
Because Song Qingshu was distracted, Cheng Yaojia had the opportunity to carefully observe the new appearance of the man before her. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, was exceptionally handsome, and possessed an air of composure.
As she looked at him, her face flushed without her realizing it: he was much more handsome than before with his full beardâŠ
Song Qingshu finally snapped out of his daze, noticing that she was staring intently at him. He smiled slightly and extended his hand: âLetâs reintroduce ourselves. Iâm Song Qingshu.â
Looking at his outstretched hand, Cheng Yaojia blushed: âYou⊠what are you doing?â
Song Qingshu then realized that this was no longer the world of his previous life, where shaking hands with a woman was considered indecent. However, being the carefree person he was, he naturally didnât care about such formalities. His expression remained unchanged as he said, âThis is a handshake custom from my hometown. When two people first meet, they extend their hands to shake each other as a sign of friendship.â He perfectly exemplified what it meant to talk nonsense with a straight face.
Cheng Yaojia wondered where such an absurd custom would exist, but she still subconsciously extended her hand to shake his: âHello, I⊠Iâm Cheng Yaojia.â
Hearing that she didnât mention her status as the young mistress of Guiyun Manor, Song Qingshuâs heart skipped a beat.
Their skin t0uched, feeling the warmth of each otherâs palms. Cheng Yaojiaâs face flushed even more. She tried several times to pull her hand away, but found it wouldnât budge.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Cheng Yaojia exclaimed, âYouâre the Golden Serpent King, Song Qingshu?â
Song Qingshu raised an eyebrow. âMadam, youâve heard of me too?â
âMore than just heard of you,â Cheng Yaojia gave him a complicated look, then hesitated, âDoes the handshake in your hometown last this long?â
âNo, it doesnât. Itâs just that Madamâs hands are so smooth and delicate; I didnât want to let go.â Song Qingshu said without blushing or panting, but ultimately released her hand.
Hearing him say such shameless words with such self-righteousness, Cheng Yaojia suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. She realized that the man before her was still the same person who had always protected and comforted her, while also teasing her from time to time.
âYour assassination attempt on Emperor Kangxi is known throughout the land, and your subsequent victory over a Qing army of 100,000 has earned you the applause of countless Han people. Not long ago, you rescued dozens of princesses of our Great Song Dynasty. Now, the entire Song Kingdom regards you as a hero of the Han people.â Cheng Yaojia thought of how her elders often mentioned this name, and even her husband frequently praised him. If he knew she was now with the hero he admired, she wondered if he would feel envious.
Cheng Yaojia suddenly blushed. She thought of how her husband would be furious if he knew she was sleeping in the same bed as Song Qingshu; how could she possibly feel envious?
âAnd what about you, Madam? How does Madam view me?â Song Qingshu sat down near the bed and asked meaningfully.
âIâŠâ Cheng Yaojiaâs lips parted slightly, not daring to speak her mind directly. After thinking for a long time, she could only describe it in a relatively euphemistic way, âIn my heart, you are a very capable hero, only a little⊠a little scoundrel.â
Song Qingshu laughed heartily, âMadam, youâre being too mild. Iâm afraid in your heart, Iâm more than just a scoundrel; Iâm more like a lecher0us sc0undrel.â
Who knew Cheng Yaojia would shake her head slightly, âNo, although you are sometimes⊠a little sc0undrel, you are a gentleman at heart.â Thinking of how he had teased her from time to time these past few days, but ultimately hadnât done anything to her, even last night when she had taken the initiative to throw herself into his arms, he had remained respectful, at most⊠at most he had used a little force this morning.
âIs that so?â Song Qingshu beckoned, and Cheng Yaojia was pulled into his arms, her waist pulled close, and he pressed her onto his lap. âBut what if I donât want to be a gentleman anymore?â
Feeling his masculine aura so close, Cheng Yaojiaâs heart pounded. She dared not meet his gaze, instinctively turning her head away, her voice barely audible: âAs long as you remember what you promised me, the rest⊠itâs up to you.â
Feeling the warm, full body in his arms, Song Qingshuâs throat tightened, and he leaned closer.
As he drew nearer, Cheng Yaojiaâs heart raced even faster, her eyelashes trembling.
âMy ladyâs heart is beating so fast, what are you afraid of?â Their lips were only an inch apart when Song Qingshu suddenly stopped.
Cheng Yaojia bit her lip: âYou know⊠you know what Iâm afraid of.â
âI donât know.â A smile played on Song Qingshuâs lips. âLet me feel what my ladyâs heart is afraid ofâŠâ
A flicker of confusion crossed Cheng Yaojiaâs eyes. She wondered how someone could possibly feel that, but the moment his hand slipped inside her cl0thes, she instantly understood.
âThis scoundrel~â Cheng Yaojia stiffened slightly, but didnât flinch.
Looking at her cherry-like lips up close, so m0ist and alluring, Song Qingshu couldnât resist any longer and ki$$ed her directly.
Cheng Yaojia let out a soft m0an, collapsing into his arms.
At first, her emotions were incredibly complex. One moment she thought she was betraying her husband, the next she comforted herself that she was doing this to save him.
After being ki$$ed by Song Qingshu for a while, she gradually became ar0used, involuntarily closing her eyes, her b0dy growing weaker and her skin hotter.
Feeling the beauty in his arms as if her bones were melting, Song Qingshu gently placed her on the bed and pressed himself against her.
âMarshal, Marshal!â
Just then, a rapid knocking came from the door.
Song Qingshu sat up, looking annoyed, and asked in an unfriendly tone, âWhat is it?â
Cheng Yaojia also snapped out of her reverie, turning away in embarrassment and frantically buttoning her clothes.
Hearing the tone of voice from inside, the guard outside felt a chill run down his spine, knowing he had probably ruined his bossâs plans. But now, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, âThe kid who was brought back is shouting and yelling in the cell, demanding to see you.â
âHe wants to see me, so Iâll go see him? Canât you handle such a trivial matter yourselves?!â Being disturbed at such a crucial moment, if Song Qingshu hadnât been so kind-hearted, he probably would have dragged this guy out and given him a good beating.
âBut he says his uncle is Zhang Jun, and that the Marshal will definitely go to see him upon hearing that name.â The guard cursed inwardly, thinking heâd have to give that kid a good beating when he got back to vent his anger.
âZhang Jun!â Song Qingshu abruptly stood up. âDid he really say that?â
âYes!â
âAlright, you go down first, Iâll go see him immediately.â Song Qingshu couldnât afford to be careless, because Zhang Jun was now the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel and concurrently the Vice Minister of the Chancellery in the Southern Song Dynasty, commonly known as the Right Chancellor. His official position was even above that of Han Dingxie and Mou Wozheng, and he and the Left Chancellor were the nominal heads of the central government in the Southern Song Dynasty.