Right when Song Qingshu had no idea what to do, Li Qingluo suddenly moved in his arms. She raised her hand and swept her sleeve, and Mu Wanqing felt her wrist become numb. She could no longer hold onto the dagger in her hand, and it fell to the ground with a clang.
"This should be the legendary Acupoint Brushing Sleeves with Cold Sleeves from the Leisure sect." Song Qingshu nodded to himself. This move really was brilliant. Of course, because Li Qingluo was heavily injured and powerless, the move would not harm Mu Wanqing at all, which was why he was so relaxed.
Mu Wanqing was immediately stunned. She had always believed that this person was just a noble lady who lived a comfortable life. Who would have thought that she actually possessed such great martial arts?
If she had known beforehand, why would she have overestimated herself and gone to Mantuo Villa time and time again to assassinate her?
"You're not my opponent. You better let Qin Hongmian do it herself." Li Qingluo forcefully gathered her true qi. Clearly, she was in great pain right now. A sliver of blood seeped out from the corner of her lips again.
"Qin Hongmian possesses martial arts as great as yours?" Song Qingshu was immediately dumbfounded. He suddenly felt like Duan Zhengchun really was like a little cow standing on its head. He was absolutely amazing. Not only were all the women he picked up beautiful, but they were also so tough.
Li Qingluo shook her head. "I'm not particularly certain about that. However, her nickname is the Asura Blade, so her martial arts can't be too bad."
"Hmm?" Song Qingshu basically prostrated himself in admiration towards this reason. As it turned out, she, the mighty White Lotus Mother, actually judged someone's strength based on their nickname.
"Song Qingshu, are you helping me or her?" Mu Wanqing finally returned to her senses. She realised she still had a trump card in the form of her lover. No matter how great Li Qingluo's martial arts were, could she surpass Song Qingshu? Not to mention that she was still injured.
"Ugh, obviously I'm helping you," Song Qingshu said without the slightest hesitation.
"Alright then. Then kill her for me right now," Mu Wanqing said while biting her lip.
Song Qingshu lowered his head and looked at the beautiful woman in his arms. He saw that her eyes were indifferent. He hesitated for a moment before he placed her on the edge of the flower bed and sat her down. He ran over and pulled Mu Wanqing to the other side. "Wanqing, the reason why I saved her was because I had my own difficulties."
"What difficulties could you possibly have!" Mu Wanqing stared at the other party's exaggerated figure and said snappily.
Song Qingshu felt rather awkward as well. After all, he still judged a person by their appearance to a very large extent. If the White Lotus Mother were as pretty as a pig, why would he take such a great risk to save her even if her identity was extremely useful?
However, he was also thick-skinned, and said calmly, "Just now, you said that I don't know her identity, but in fact, you also don't know her identity."
"Isn't she Madam Wang from Mantuo Villa?" Mu Wanqing asked with a puzzled expression.
"Ahem, of course she is Madam Wang, but this is only one of her identities. Think about it carefully. Do you think Madam Wang has such a high level of martial arts?" Song Qingshu hurriedly explained.
"She doesn't." Mu Wanqing shook her head. She had actually thought it through very clearly already. If her mother really knew her martial arts were so great, she would never have sent her to her death. As a result, even her mother, who had been friends with her for several decades, had no idea Madam Wang knew martial arts, which only demonstrated just how well-hidden she was.
"Because she's the White Lotus cult's Madam." Song Qingshu then tossed out a heavy bomb.
"What?" Mu Wanqing wandered the jianghu, so she obviously knew what kind of existence the White Lotus Mother was. She was a major figure of the underworld who stood on par with the leaders of the Ming Dynasty and the Sun Moon God Sect. How could she be provoked with her martial arts?
"Wanqing, you also know about the Golden Snake camp's current situation and just how valuable the White Lotus Mother is. That's why I've gone to such great lengths to save her …"
Song Qingshu wanted to say something else, but Mu Wanqing pressed her finger against his mouth in a hurry. "Don't worry. Am I the kind of woman who doesn't care about the bigger picture? My personal grievances with her are small. Your proper business is more important."
When he saw Mu Wanqing's pure gaze, Song Qingshu suddenly felt a wave of guilt. He felt like he was not worthy of her unreserved love. Mixed feelings welled up inside him. He pulled her into his arms and said deeply into her ear, "Wanqing, it doesn't matter if your father is the Prince of Dali or the great general of Xixia. I will definitely marry you!"
When she heard that, Mu Wanqing suddenly felt like all of the grievances she had suffered were nothing. She subconsciously embraced the man before her tightly.
"It's broad daylight. Don't you find it disgusting?" Li Qingluo suddenly said from nearby.
Mu Wanqing immediately blushed in embarrassment. She pushed Song Qingshu away and ran back to her room like a wisp of smoke.
Song Qingshu could not help but smile when he saw how she had suddenly behaved like a little girl. He said to her back in a hurry, "I'll tend to her wounds first. I'll come find you after I'm done." However, the only response he received was the sound of the door closing with a bang.
"Looks like your charm isn't all that." Li Qingluo sneered from the side.
"Of course a woman like you won't be able to understand the interest between lovers." Song Qingshu was currently in a great mood. "Let me give you a kind reminder. I'm very charming, so don't accidentally fall in love with me in the future."
"I'll fall in love with you?" Li Qingluo glanced at him in disdain. "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself?"
"I look at myself in the mirror every day. I'm extremely certain of my charm." Song Qingshu did not mind her ridicule at all. "You though, don't be too full of yourself."
"Boring." Li Qingluo rolled her eyes and no longer paid any attention to him. If she encountered a man like that on a normal day, she would have used him as fertilizer a long time ago.
"Whatever. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't lower myself to your level." Song Qingshu walked over and picked her up.
Li Qingluo finally paled slightly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm obviously dealing with your internal injuries. I don't want to save a dead White Lotus Mother." Song Qingshu laughed aloud and carried her into another room. With what had happened before, how could he still be bold enough to stay next to Mu Wanqing and Cheng Yaojia? Fortunately, the garden was large enough and there were enough empty rooms. He specially found a room far away from Mu Wanqing's residence.
"Thank you." When she sensed that he was actually healing her, Li Qingluo could not help but say softly, "Don't be in such a hurry to thank me.
"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. I didn't save you for nothing." Originally, Song Qingshu wanted to strike a deal with her first, but Li Qingluo's injuries had worsened. Coupled with the forceful use of force earlier, if he did not treat her in time, the White Lotus Mother would probably become the White Lotus Ghost Mother. As a result, he could only save her first.
However, Song Qingshu was not an idiot. It was impossible for him to let her recover so easily. As a result, he only stabilised her injuries initially before planning on stopping.
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