A glint of secret delight flashed in Diewuâs eyes. She looked at the man with admiration and anticipation. If he were willing to marry her, even with a dismissive attitude, she would die without regret.
Song San, however, took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart: "Lady Qingge, donât play matchmaker lightly. I donât disdain Diewu, but I never said I would marry her, because there is already someone in my heart..."
Diewuâs expression became unsightly, impossible to hide, yet she dared not run off or cry. She could only tightly clench her fists, letting her nails dig into her palms.
Gu Qingheng frowned slightly but soon smiled, "Then congratulations. I wonder when we can have your wedding wine?"
"Unfortunately, itâs only one-sided on my part." Song San faintly curled his lips, "So Iâm afraid there wonât be any wedding wine. But if sheâs willing, no matter the price, Iâm willing."
"Feelings are best when theyâre mutual." Yu Qingge curled her lips, "If someoneâs always thinking of prying on others, being a third wheel, or obsessively forcing themselves, then theyâre a scoundrel."
Yang Ruxin gave Yu Qingge a look of appreciation, this statement was indeed bold, but it easily makes enemies. She glanced at Song San; if he dared to mess with Yu Qingge, she wouldnât mind making him uncomfortable.
Yu Qingge, however, didnât feel any sense of crisis and proudly tilted her head.
A flicker of murderous intent did indeed cross Song Sanâs eyes, but it quickly faded, and instead, his gaze fell on Yang Ruxinâs face: "Sometimes feelings canât be controlled at will. Otherwise, why are there so many timeless love stories? The story of Emperor Tang and Yang Guifei has been sung for centuries, hasnât it?"
"Tch! Those two are merely praised by idle literati and poets. A father-in-law and daughter-in-law being together would lead to being drowned in pig cages in our countryside, but he was the Emperor, so no one dared to speak out, and they even flatter him." Yu Qingge rolled her eyes, then suddenly widened them, "Mr. Song, you wouldnât also have a thing for some elder, would you?"
"Ahem ahem..." Everyone around couldnât help but cough, completely shocked by the remark.
Yang Ruxin also coughed lightly with her head down, "Alright, isnât it tiring after rushing for three days? Quickly go to the inn and rest."
Gu Qingheng had long arranged for someone to book the inn, and Fa Qingyang was certainly with them, but unexpectedly, Song San also booked the same inn.
"Song San and we are truly inseparable by fate." Gu Qingheng half-jokingly laughed.
"Indeed, my life was saved by Xinxin." Song San laughed along but suddenly realized something, "Sorry, I just feel that addressing like this feels endearing. Brother Qingheng wonât mind, right?"
"Xinxin said, itâs just a name, whether for people or animals, once named, itâs meant to be called, it doesnât matter." Gu Qingheng didnât mind at all.
The smile on Song Sanâs lips froze slightly.
"This person is not simple, donât speak so carelessly in the future." Yang Ruxin secretly admonished Yu Qingge, "Especially with that Diewu beside him, avoid conflicts with her."