Song Qingshu suddenly thought of something and said with a strange expression, "You said that you were just fooling around with Duan Zhengchun, but Wang Yuyan is Duan Zhengchun's daughter. Could it be that you've turned the act into reality?"
He couldn't help but think of a joke from his previous life. To sum up, there were only two sources of peerless beauties. One was Duan Zhengchun's sperm, and the other was Li Qiushui's eggs. Wang Yuyan had both. No wonder Duan Yu was head over heels for her.
"Who told you that Yuyan is Duan Zhengchun's daughter?" Li Qingluo was furious.
"Then whose daughter is she?" Song Qingshu was dumbfounded by her fierce reaction.
"Of course she's my husband's daughter." Li Qingluo said in a bad mood.
"Are you sure?" Song Qingshu couldn't digest such an unusual thing. Why didn't they follow the original work? This butterfly effect was really big.
"How can I not be sure?" Li Qingluo frowned, clearly not understanding what he was doubting.
"Uh, what I mean is that sometimes pregnancy calculations aren't that accurate …" Song Qingshu had always been doubtful about one thing. If a woman slept with two different men for two consecutive days and got pregnant, how could she be sure who the child belonged to? In all kinds of movies, women seemed to know who the father of the child was, but was it really possible in real life?
After hearing Song Qingshu's doubts, Li Qingluo's face turned pale. She grabbed the pillow on the bed and threw it at his head. She said angrily, "I didn't even let that Duan guy get close to me. How could I be pregnant with his child!"
"Uh?" Song Qingshu was instantly dumbfounded. The direction of the plot was getting more and more wrong. However, according to Li Qingluo's personality, she probably wouldn't lie. He couldn't help but sigh. A playboy like Duan Zhengchun actually had a time when he failed. Thinking of Dao Baifeng's green hat, Song Qingshu suddenly felt some sympathy for Duan Zhengchun.
"Whether you believe it or not, other than my husband, you're the only man I have." The moment Li Qingluo said this, she was completely stunned. She couldn't understand why she would deliberately explain like this.
Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but whistle. "We've struck it big this time!"
Li Qingluo glared at him fiercely. "Shameless!"
Song Qingshu's face suddenly showed a hint of ambiguity. He pointed to the bed sheet under her body and said, "Dirty? I wonder who bled more just now. "
"You!" Li Qingluo suddenly stood up. In all these years as the White Lotus Mother, when had she ever heard something so frivolous? A sliver of killing intent immediately appeared in her eyes, but as soon as she stood up, her lower abdomen immediately ached. Her legs weakened, and she immediately lost her footing and fell over.
"Madam's legs have gone soft." Song Qingshu hugged her warm body and said with a smile.
"It's all your fault!" As soon as Li Qingluo said that, she immediately felt that it was inappropriate. It seemed more like the tone between lovers, so she pushed him away in a hurry and sat back down on the bed.
Seeing how she was showing signs of anger from embarrassment, Song Qingshu decided to stop provoking her for now. He changed the topic in a hurry and said, "Since nothing happened between you and Duan Zhengchun, why did Qin Hongmian send her daughter to kill you time and time again?"
"She's stupid!" Li Qingluo snorted in disdain. "She thinks the one surnamed Duan left her because I interfered. She doesn't know that the one surnamed Duan needs the Hundred Barbarians behind Dao Baifeng to stabilize the Duan family's throne. He's already taking an extremely great risk by flirting with other women behind Dao Baifeng's back, so how would he be bold enough to actually marry an outsider?"
Song Qingshu secretly admired Li Qingluo. As expected of the White Lotus Mother and the daughter-in-law of the Wang clan of Lin River. Her insight could not be compared to regular women of the jianghu. When he watched the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils in his past life, he was also left perplexed. Why was a mighty king like Duan Zhengchun actually unable to marry his close female friends? He could only ruin their lives. After arriving in this world, especially after entering the imperial court of the Jin and Qing Kingdoms, he devoted himself to studying the situation of the various countries. Only after learning a thing or two about the situation of Dali did he understand.
Although the Duan clan of Dali was renowned, the authority of Dali was still in the hands of a few ethnic minorities. Among them, the Baiyi clan was the most powerful. It could be said that whoever obtained the support of the Baiyi clan could become the emperor of Dali.
Dao Baifeng was the daughter of the Baiyi clan's patriarch. Coupled with the fact that the Baiyi clan practiced monogamy, why would Duan Zhengchun be bold enough to bring his lover back home?
"Alright, I've said what I need to say. What do you plan on doing to me?" Li Qingluo asked rather coldly.
"Err, I've always revered Yue Wumu. Since you're his relative, why would I make things difficult for you? You just stay here and recuperate." Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly.
"Take off your clothes," Li Qingluo said emotionlessly.
"Ah, you still want it?" Song Qingshu looked at her in surprise.
"Want my ass!" Li Qingluo immediately flew into a rage. "I just don't want to be wrapped in a blanket forever!"
He looked at her and saw that she was wrapped in a blanket, revealing her snow-white shoulders and neck. She was even more alluring than when she was naked. Song Qingshu could not help but gulp. Suddenly, he felt his abdomen heat up slightly again.
He was not a beast after all. He knew that unless he used force, she would never agree again. As a result, he could only suppress his beautiful thoughts and take off his clothes, draping them over her shoulders.
Li Qingluo's eyes drooped as she said coldly, "You can get lost now."
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. No matter what, he had taken advantage of her in this matter. Being scolded a few times by her was nothing.
"Wait!" When Song Qingshu walked to the door, Li Qingluo suddenly called out to him.
"What is it?" Song Qingshu was delighted and turned around to look at her.
Li Qingluo looked hesitant. After a long time, she asked hesitantly, "Do … do you have something going on with Yu Yan?"
"Madam, do you miss us?" Song Qingshu asked with a smile.
Li Qingluo's face turned cold. "You're not allowed to have any thoughts about Yu Yan in the future!"
Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows. "Madam, you're only not allowed to have any thoughts about Yu Yan. Does that mean that I can have any thoughts about Madam?" He deliberately emphasized the word 'thoughts', and his tone was rather ambiguous.
"Get lost!" Li Qingluo responded with a pillow.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and returned to his room with the pillow. He saw a young girl in the room with her hands supporting her head, dozing off on the table. Who else could it be but Mu Wanqing!
Song QingShu immediately felt a wave of guilt. He was about to step forward and carry her to the bed to rest when Mu Wanqing had already heard the sound of the door opening. She raised her head in a daze. "Why are you so late?"
This question was asked very naturally, as if a wife was greeting her husband who came home late. Song Qingshu's heart warmed. At the same time, he didn't dare to tell her the truth so as not to hurt her heart. He could only say, "Her injuries were more serious, so it took a long time."
"Oh, then you must be very tired. Go to sleep, it's very late." Mu Wanqing said very naturally. The two of them had already slept on the same bed. Although it didn't develop to the last step, they had done everything else that should and should not have been done.
"Okay!" Just now, although Li Qingluo's place was filled with the pleasure of hormones, there was no love in his heart, only lust. It was different for Mu Wanqing. He loved her from the bottom of his heart.
"I'm going to kill that woman!" Who knew that Mu Wanqing's expression would suddenly change. She pulled out the sword beside her and was about to rush out.
"What's wrong?" Song Qingshu hurriedly stopped her.
Mu Wanqing bit her lip, her eyes filled with grievance. After a long time, she said, "You have her fragrance on you."
Song Qingshu's scalp went numb. He instantly felt the aura of the Asura Field. However, now that things had come to this, he could only brace himself and explain, "I wanted to save her, so of course I couldn't avoid coming into contact with her. It was inevitable that I would be infected by the fragrance on her body."
"Then what about your clothes?" Mu Wanqing pointed at his body, tears faintly appearing in her eyes.
Song Qingshu cursed inwardly. It was all his fault that he was still shocked by the information that Li Qingluo had told him, causing his reaction to be slower than usual. He had actually made such a low-level mistake.
"When I was treating her, her clothes were drenched in sweat. In order to prevent her from exposing herself, I put my clothes on her." With his nonsensical words, Song Qingshu actually found a reasonable excuse.
"Why are you so good to her!" Mu Wanqing did not doubt his words, but she could not help but feel jealous.
"Actually, it's like this …" Song Qingshu understood the principle of saying too much would lead to mistakes. If she continued to ask, it was inevitable that he would give himself away. He hurriedly took the initiative to change the topic and told her about how Yue Fei was Li Qingluo's little uncle.
After he finished, Song Qingshu sighed and said, "Wanqing, Yue Wumu is the hero of all Han people. I have always admired him very much. This time, I ran into his relative, so how could I harden my heart to hurt her?"
Hearing his words, Mu Wanqing's expression changed several times. Suddenly, she sighed faintly and said, "But I'm not Han …"
Only then did Song Qingshu realize that whether it was Mu Wanqing's biological father or adoptive father, one was from the Dali Duanshi, and the other was from the Xixia Mu Clan, they were not Han people.
"Your mother is Han, so of course you are also half Han." Song Qingshu hurriedly comforted her.
"Song Qingshu, if you knew my mother's background, I'm afraid you wouldn't like me anymore." Mu Wanqing suddenly began to cry.
Seeing that she was crying for no reason, Song Qingshu immediately became anxious. He hurriedly wiped her tears and said, "What's wrong? Did I make you sad?"
"Don't you admire Yue Wumu the most?" Mu Wanqing said while sobbing.
"Is there a problem?" Song Qingshu hurriedly asked.
"My mother's surname is Qin." Mu Wanqing cried even louder.
"So what if her surname is Qin?" Song Qingshu was still confused.
"Qin from Qin Hui." Mu Wanqing looked at him with tears in her eyes. Although her voice was soft, it was like a clap of thunder.
"Ah?" Song Qingshu was dumbfounded. He never thought that she would be related to Qin Hui.
"Is your mother Qin Hui's daughter?" Song Qingshu asked tentatively.
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