Song Qingshu was startled. The reason why he disguised himself as "Wu Tiande" was because it would be easier to gain her trust and then get information from her. Who knew she would have such a reaction.
He was not Liu Xiahui, but this was not the right time. Zhao Min was burning with anxiety at home, so how could he have the nerve to go out to flirt?
"Are you dreaming, Madam?" Song Qingshu pushed Qin Keqing away and asked gently.
A trace of confusion flashed in Qin Keqing's eyes. She suddenly came to her senses and sat up straight, so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in.
Song Qingshu was worried that he would agitate her, so he did not say anything and just looked at her with a smile.
"Why are you here?" After a long while, Qin Keqing barely managed to calm down. Her curiosity got the upper hand. He had already been appointed by the imperial court to be in charge of the military in Sichuan. He should have been in charge by now, so why was he here thousands of miles away?
"Because I miss Madam." Song Qingshu said with a grin.
"Annoying ~" Qin Keqing shrank back and her face suddenly paled. "How did you know my identity?" She was not stupid. If he could find her here, how could he not know that she was the Young Mistress of the Jia Residence?
Song Qingshu reached out and stroked her hair. "The Young Mistress of Ning Guo Residence is the most beautiful woman in the capital. All the men in Lin 'an want to get close to you. How could I not know you?"
Qin Keqing was embarrassed when she heard this. However, there was also a trace of pride. After all, which woman did not want to be praised as beautiful? Even if this kind of beauty would bring misfortune to her …
Looking at the beard on Song Qingshu's face, Qin Keqing's eyes sparkled. "You have a beard one moment, and no beard the next. Which face is you?"
Song QingShu was startled. Only then did he recall that he had met her with his original appearance when he snuck into the Jia residence at night. Later on, when he had spent the night with her as Wu Tiande, she had recognized the same aura. However, he had forgotten about this because he had been too busy recently.
"If I had known this, I would not have changed my appearance." Song Qingshu was very depressed. After spending so much time, it turned out that he had done some useless work.
Qin Keqing caressed his face. "Who exactly are you?" She had lived in a rich and powerful family, so how could she not understand how treacherous this level was? Thinking about the mysterious identity of the other party, who might be deliberately trying to get close to her, and then thinking about the series of possible consequences, her heart suddenly turned incomparably cold.
"It was an accident that we met, so why do you want to get to the bottom of it? It's not good for anyone. " Song Qingshu had a delicate relationship with the Jia Shidao Group. If Qin Keqing found out about his identity, even if she kept it a secret for him, he didn't believe that Qin Keqing could resist Jia Shidao and the others. If his identity was exposed, it would be troublesome.
"But you clearly know my identity!" Qin Keqing bit her lips and looked at him angrily. However, she was naturally charming. Even when she was angry, she was still extremely charming.
"Just think of me as a heart thief," Song Qingshu replied.
Qin Keqing pouted and mumbled, "What heart thief? It's obviously a flower thief."
Song Qingshu was speechless. He had to explain, "Please rest assured, madam. I would never do anything to hurt or threaten you."
Qin Keqing looked at him blankly. This familiar yet strange man was full of mystery. She didn't even know his name, but she didn't know why she was willing to believe him at this moment. It was as if there was a strange magic in his voice.
"Madam, why are you not in Lin 'an City, but in this bitter cold place?" Song Qingshu pretended to ask casually. Although Shang Jing was also a big city, it was after all not as livable as Jiangnan.
"Well, I have a reason to come." Qin Keqing showed a trace of helplessness between her eyebrows.
"Is it because of the Mandarin Duck Knife?" Song Qingshu suddenly asked.
Qin Keqing instantly became alert. "How do you know?"
"I guessed." Song Qingshu was a little regretful. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have pretended to be a gentleman at the beginning. He would have just gone with the flow and rekindled their old relationship. It would have been much easier to ask when they were intimate.
Although Qin Keqing was weak, she was not stupid. She quickly guessed his intention. She rolled her eyes and came up with a plan. "It's too unfair for me to answer your questions alone. How about this, we ask each other questions in turn, and each other must promise not to hide anything."
Song Qingshu was dazed and said with a wry smile, "All right."
"Let me ask first." Qin Keqing was afraid of being taken advantage of, so she rushed to say, "Are you Wu Tiande or not?"
Song Qingshu shook his head. "No." There was no need to hide this from her.
"No wonder Wu Tiande was not affected in the last competition in front of the palace." Thinking of that, Jia Shidao would angrily ask if he had tried his best that night, Qin Keqing couldn't help but blush. At the same time, her question had been answered.
"Since you're done asking, it's my turn now." Song Qingshu said with a smile. "There are so many capable people in the Jia's Mansion to investigate the whereabouts of the Mandarin Duck Knife. Why do you, the young mistress, have to do it in person?"
"Because my mother saw the Mandarin Duck Knife." Qin Keqing's words were earth-shattering.
"What? Your mother saw the Mandarin Duck Knife?" Song Qingshu was shocked. The Mandarin Duck Knife was extremely mysterious in Jianghu. It had always been a legend, and no one had ever seen the real thing. Now he didn't even know what the Mandarin Duck Knife looked like.
"Yes." Qin Keqing nodded. She couldn't help feeling proud of her mother.
Song Qingshu was a little suspicious at first, but thinking that her mother was Fang La's daughter, Princess Jinzhi, she might have seen it. "What on earth does the Mandarin Duck Knife look like?"
Qin Keqing shook her head. "That's another question for you."
Only then did Song Qingshu remember the rules they had agreed on. "Then ask."
Qin Keqing looked at him with a burning gaze. "I want to know what you really look like."
"Didn't you see it last time?" Song Qingshu said with a bitter smile.
"Who knows if that's your other face?" Qin Keqing's tone was a little resentful.
Song Qingshu sighed and took off the human skin mask. "The reason why I wore a mask is that you're more familiar with this face."
Seeing the man in front of her at such a close distance, his eyebrows were like swords, and he was many times more handsome than Wu Tiande. Qin Keqing couldn't help blushing. Although she had a deep impression of the "Wu Tiande" from that night and could not forget him, she didn't like the full beard. It pricked her. Now that she saw his original appearance, it could be considered as fulfilling one of her wishes.
"I like this face more …" Qin Keqing mumbled quickly. Seeing the other's surprised gaze, she quickly changed the topic. "It's your turn to ask."
Song QingShu shrugged his shoulders. "Didn't I already ask?"
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