This time Song Qingshu was dumbfounded. Ah Ke was indeed an exceptionally beautiful young woman, he had the same thoughts as a man, but this and marrying her were two different things.
Kangxi was worried that Na Ke's reputation would be tarnished, but wasn't Song Qingshu afraid? If Song Qingshu only wanted to live a peaceful life as a high-ranking minister, then to be able to marry an outstanding beauty like Ah Ke as his wife would naturally be more than he could wish for. Unfortunately, he was asking for too much, he knew that taking Ah Ke would do more harm than good. Song Qingshu was about to decline, but he was well aware that Kangxi was in a fit of anger. Moreover, he was worried that refusing the marriage would make Kangxi realize his ambition, so he was at a loss for what to do.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Wei Xiaobao's coffin, and immediately an idea came to his mind: "Reporting to Your Majesty, subject and Wei Jueye were as close as brothers. Now that Wei Jueye has passed away and has not yet been buried, subject really does not have the mood to talk about marriage."
Hearing him mention Wei Xiaobao, Kangxi let out a long sigh: "I heard that Xiao Guizi gave you a house before, it seems like your relationship was indeed very good. Very well, I'll leave Xiao Guizi's funeral to you. Bury him in style, Xiao Guizi loves excitement the most. "
"This subject obeys the imperial decree!" Song Qingshu said.
"Zhen will first arrange for Wu Sangui's daughter to live in Chuxiu Palace. After you are done with Xiao Guizi's funeral, you can marry her." Kangxi thought that it would be inappropriate for Ah Ke to live in the palace, so he promptly said, "Also, in a moment, go to the Viscount Mansion and express my condolences to Xiao Guizi's widow."
"Yes!" Ah Ke was indeed a hot potato, so Song Qingshu had no choice but to brace himself and agree.
When Song Qingshu arrived at the Viscount Mansion with Wei Xiaobao's coffin, Shuang 'er had already received the news. Dressed in snow-white mourning clothes, she stood at the door, weeping like a pear blossom.
"Sister-in-law, please restrain your grief." Looking at Shuang 'er's quiet and beautiful face, her complexion was three times whiter than the mourning clothes she was wearing, Song Qingshu sighed. He wondered in his heart: If she knew I am the murderer, I wonder how she would react?
Song Qingshu had already sent people to invite the monks and Taoist priests to perform the ritual. Amidst the chanting of sutras, he helped Shuang 'er to receive all the people who came to offer their condolences.
Prince Kang, Songgotu, Mingzhu, Dolong, and the rest of Wei Xiaobao's good friends from his lifetime also walked toward Wei Xiaobao's coffin one after another to bid farewell.
Songgotu ordered his subordinates to bring over some huge paper dice. While burning them, he sighed and said, "Wei Xiongdi, the other eunuchs and Imperial Bodyguards asked me to burn these dice for you, to repay your kindness in showing mercy in the past. Although you always win every bet, you won't be so ruthless. You'll only take eighty taels of silver every hundred years, so you'll at least leave them twenty taels of silver to support their wives and children … "
Prince Kang was also wiping his tears; he ordered his subordinates to bring over some paper figurines. "Wei Xiongdi," he said sorrowfully, "These eunuchs and palace maids are Gege's little token of appreciation. Let them serve you in the underworld, you won't be so lonely that you can't even find someone to gamble with …"
On the side, Mingzhu shook his head and said, "Who would have thought that Wei Daren was righteous and generous when he was alive, he was kind and charitable.
Ay, it's true that philosophers wither away, Heaven is jealous of heroic talent. "
Songgotu also nodded in agreement. "That's right," he said, "He still has a Bodhisattva's heart, he has taken it as his duty to help the world."
Prince Kang was not willing to lag behind, "He handles affairs in an open and aboveboard manner, he is an upright and upright official, he is indeed the model of the imperial court."
As soon as Dolong heard this, he felt that they had finished talking; hastily he added, "Also, he is not afraid of power, he takes the lead in everything, he empathizes with his subordinates, he treats them like his own children, like a second parent."
Listening to this, Song Qingshu rolled his eyes. Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together, a bunch of bootlickers.
Although Song Qingshu did not feel anything, in Shuang'er's ears, it was exceptionally heartwarming. Listening to them talking one after another, Wei Xiaobao's image vividly appeared in front of her. She turned her head to look at Wei Xiaobao's green and pale countenance inside the coffin. Shuang'er was overwhelmed with grief, and in a blink of an eye she burst into tears.
"It's all our fault, we have made Madame Shuang'er even sadder." Prince Kang and the others looked at each other in dismay. Songgotu hastily stepped forward and said, "They all say that seeing things reminds one of the person, when Madame sees us, it is hard for her to avoid recalling Wei Jueye. We'd better leave first, so that Madame won't miss us."
"Daren … forgive Shuang'er … for being filial, it is inconvenient for me to see you off." Shuang'er returned the salute while weeping.
"Sister-in-law, let me see these daren out," Song Qingshu hastily stood up and said. Shuang'er looked at him gratefully.
By the time Song Qingshu finished seeing them off and returned, the mourning guests had almost dispersed. Seeing him, Shuang'er stood up and said, "Song Dage, please come with me, Shuang'er has something to ask of you."
Song Qingshu followed her into the rear hall. After seven or eight turns, he saw Shuang'er had entered a room. He could not help but stop at the door with an awkward expression on his face. "Sister-in-law, now that Wei Xiongdi has passed away, it is not too convenient for a man like me to enter your room." It was not that Song Qingshu was being unreasonable, rather, his current strength was still not enough, he always had to consider the influence of etiquette. If there were only the two of them in the mansion, it would be better, but just now there should be quite a few guests who saw him and Shuang'er walking one after the other into the inner room.
Shuang'er was taken aback, but very quickly she reacted. She revealed a bitter smile and said, "Song Dage, you don't need to worry, anyway …" Finished speaking, she stopped and no longer forced him to come in. She walked into the bedroom, and very soon a rustling noise was heard.
Along with the deepening of his skill, Song Qingshu's hearing was also much more sensitive than ordinary people's. Hearing the familiar sound inside, his expression immediately became strange. Shuang'er is unexpectedly taking off her clothes, what is she doing? Could it be that she knows I am the murderer, but she has misgivings about my martial art skill, so she plans to seduce me and take advantage of the fact that I am infatuated to make her move? Or perhaps she has arranged for other people to wait to catch the adulterer, so that I will fall into a state of eternal damnation? Thinking to this point, Song Qingshu could not help but turn his head to size up his surroundings, but he did not find any sign of an ambush.
"Song Dage, sorry to have kept you waiting." Shuang'er's voice reached his ear. Half on guard and half on expectation, Song Qingshu turned his head back. Seeing Shuang'er's clothes were neat and tidy, he paused for a moment before revealing a disappointed expression.
Shuang'er handed over a black package. Shuang'er handed him a black parcel. Song QingShu subconsciously took it in his hands. He seemed to be able to feel a trace of warmth.
"Song Dage," Shuang'er said, "I'll have to trouble you to deliver this package to someone for me. That person sells medicinal plasters on the fifteenth of every month on the Capital's Heavenly Bridge. Go and ask him how much the plasters cost. He will tell you, 'This plaster is very expensive, it costs three taels of gold, three taels of silver'. You only need to reply, 'Not expensive, not expensive, five taels of gold, five taels of silver, do you want to sell it?' and then give this package to him. "
"How can you bargain like this? A plaster is so expensive, it's robbing money! You actually want to bargain for five taels of gold, five taels of silver? " Song Qingshu deliberately showed an incredulous expression. Actually, as soon as he heard it, he knew that it was Tian Di Hui's trick, to avoid Shuang'er's suspicion, they deliberately pretended it.
Shuang'er explained, "This is to prevent people from accidentally bumping into each other. Song Dage, I hope you can consider your friendship with Xiaobao, you must deliver this thing." While saying that, her eyes were brimming with a pleading expression.
Song Qingshu's heart was moved; with a deep voice he asked, "It seems this thing is very important, but I don't understand why Sister-In-Law doesn't deliver it yourself? If you are worried about your safety, I can protect you in secret. "
Shuang'er smiled faintly, "I want to accompany Xiaobao more, I don't want to be away from him for too long, I will have to trouble Song Dage."
Connecting this to the fact that Shuang'er was taking off her clothes just now, as well as the warmth of her body seeping out from the package, Song Qingshu suddenly realized what was inside the package.
"I have been having a headache about how to push Shuang'er down, so that I can get the treasure map embroidered on her underwear. I didn't expect she would directly hand it over to me." Song Qingshu held the package in his hand; it was too easy for him to obtain it, for a moment he was somewhat absent-minded.
"In that case, I'll have to trouble Song Dage." Seeing his silence, Shuang'er subconsciously thought he agreed. She revealed a smile as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders, and walked toward the mourning hall.
"Are you planning to go with Wei Xiongdi?" A voice came from behind her, causing Shuang'er's body to tremble.
"I have already deliberately concealed it, I didn't expect Song Dage would still see through it." Shuang'er turned around, revealing a trace of a mischievous smile.
When Song Qingshu found out that she gave the treasure map of the Forty-two-chapter Sutra to Tian Di Hui, he understood that Shuang'er already had the intention to die. However, as a modern man, how could he watch the tragedy of committing suicide for love happen without doing anything? He promptly consoled her, saying, "Sister-in-law, Wei Xiongdi loves you so much, if his spirit is in heaven, presumably he also doesn't want you to do this, he definitely doesn't want you to suffer any harm."
Shuang'er's expression did not change, on the contrary, she softly said, "Song Dage, you don't understand Xiaobao. Xiaobao is most afraid of loneliness, he definitely wants me to go with him. Moreover, he is definitely worried that after he dies, I will make him a cuckold, making him a turtle bastard." As she spoke, a trace of a happy smile appeared on the corners of her lips.
"Fine, looking at this attitude, it's completely like a tortoise eating the weight of a steelyard, he has hardened his heart." Song Qingshu had a headache; although he knew that Shuang'er and Wei Xiongdi had a very good relationship, he did not expect it to be this good. He could only change his strategy and persuade her, "Sister-in-law, if you go with Wei Xiongdi, what if … what if …"
After thinking for a long time, he still could not think of a way to persuade her to change her mind.
"What if what?" Since Shuang'er had already made up her mind to commit suicide for love, she was actually a bit more relaxed than usual. With a smile, she sized up Song Qingshu, somewhat curious as to what kind of reason he would give.
"What if you are pregnant with Wei Xiongdi's child?" A light flashed in Song Qingshu's mind. He promptly said, "If because you commit suicide for love, Wei Xiongdi's posthumous child will follow you, causing the Wei family to have no descendants, wouldn't that be very unfair to him?"
"Song Dage ~" Shuang'er rebuked as she looked at Song Qingshu. Her snow-white face suddenly had a trace of captivating red. "I am not pregnant with Xiaobao's child."
"It hasn't even been a month since Wei Xiongdi left the capital. You haven't seen a doctor, how could you possibly know?" Song Qingshu made up his mind. He would arrange for several imperial doctors to come tomorrow. He would definitely make them insist that Shuang'er was pregnant, only then would he be able to dispel her thoughts of committing suicide.
"In any case, I know." Shuang'er bit her lower lip. Her face was completely red. She didn't want to continue this awkward topic with Song Qingshu.
"Uh, alright," Song Qingshu wasn't too clear about some of women's secrets. Hearing her speak as if she was trying to commit suicide for love …
When he thought about how Shuang'er had taken off her clothes and the warmth of her body seeping out of the bundle, Song Qingshu suddenly realized what was inside the bundle.
"I've been having a headache thinking about how to push Shuang'er down so that I can get the treasure map embroidered on her underwear. I didn't expect that she would directly hand it over to me." Song Qingshu held the bundle. It had been too easy to obtain. For a moment, he was somewhat absent-minded.
"Then I'll leave it to Song Dage." Shuang'er saw that he was silent and subconsciously assumed that he had agreed. She revealed a smile as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders and walked towards the mourning hall.
"Are you planning to go with Wei Xiongdi?" The voice behind her caused Shuang'er's body to tremble.
"I've already deliberately concealed it, I didn't expect that Song Dage would still see through it." Shuang'er turned around and revealed a mischievous smile.
When Song Qingshu found out that she had given the treasure map of the Forty-two-chapter Sutra to Tian Di Hui, he understood that Shuang'er already had the intention to die. However, as a modern person, how could he watch the tragedy of suicide happen without doing anything? He promptly consoled her, saying, "Sister-in-law, Wei Xiongdi loves you so much. If his spirit is in Heaven, presumably he wouldn't want you to do this. He definitely wouldn't want you to suffer any harm."
Shuang'er's expression did not change. Instead, she said softly, "Song Dage, you don't understand Xiaobao. Xiaobao is most afraid of loneliness. He definitely wants me to go with him. Moreover, he must be worried that after he dies, I will make him a cuckold and make him a turtle bastard." As she spoke, a happy smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
"Fine, looking at this attitude, it's like a tortoise eating the weight of a steelyard. He's made up his mind." Song Qingshu had a headache. Although he knew that Shuang'er and Wei Xiaobao had a very good relationship, he did not expect it to be this good. He had no choice but to change his strategy. "Sister-in-law, if you go with Wei Xiongdi, just in case … just in case …"
After thinking for a long time, he still could not think of a way to persuade her to change her mind.
"Just in case what?" Since Shuang'er had already made up her mind to commit suicide for love, she was a bit more relaxed than usual. She smiled as she sized up Song Qingshu. She was somewhat curious as to what reason he would give.
"What if you are pregnant with Wei Xiongdi's child?" A light flashed in Song Qingshu's mind. He promptly said, "If you commit suicide for love and Wei Xiongdi's posthumous child follows you, causing the Wei family to have no descendants, wouldn't that be very unfair to him?"
"Song Dage ~" Shuang'er rebuked as she looked at Song Qingshu. Her snow-white face suddenly had a trace of captivating red. "I am not pregnant with Xiaobao's child."
"It hasn't even been a month since Wei Xiongdi left the capital. You haven't seen a doctor, so how would you know?" Song Qingshu made up his mind. He would arrange for several imperial doctors to come tomorrow. He would definitely make them insist that Shuang'er was pregnant. Only then would he be able to dispel her thoughts of committing suicide.
"In any case, I know." Shuang'er bit her lower lip. Her face was completely red. She didn't want to continue this awkward topic with Song Qingshu.
"Uh, alright," Song Qingshu wasn't too clear about some of women's secrets. Hearing her speak as if she was trying to commit suicide for love …
Thinking about how Shuang'er had taken off her clothes and the warmth of her body seeping out of the bundle, Song Qingshu suddenly realized what was inside the bundle.
"I've been having a headache thinking about how to push Shuang'er down so that I can get the treasure map embroidered on her underwear. I didn't expect that she would directly hand it over to me." Song Qingshu held the bundle. He had obtained it too easily. For a moment, he was somewhat absent-minded.
"Then I'll leave it to Song Dage." Shuang'er saw that he was silent and subconsciously took it as a yes. She revealed a smile as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders and walked towards the mourning hall.
"Are you planning to go with Wei Xiongdi?" The voice behind her caused Shuang'er's body to tremble.
"I've already deliberately concealed it, I didn't expect Song Dage would still see through it." Shuang'er turned around and revealed a mischievous smile.
When Song Qingshu found out that she had given the treasure map of the Forty-two-chapter Sutra to Tian Di Hui, he understood that Shuang'er already had the intention to die. However, as a modern man, how could he just watch the tragedy of suicide happen? He promptly consoled her, saying, "Sister-in-law, Wei Xiongdi loves you so much. If his spirit is in heaven, presumably he wouldn't want you to do this. He definitely wouldn't want you to suffer any harm."
Shuang'er's expression did not change. Instead, she softly said, "Song Dage, you don't understand Xiaobao. Xiaobao is most afraid of loneliness. He definitely wants me to go with him. Moreover, he is definitely worried that after he dies, I will make him a cuckold and make him a turtle bastard." As she spoke, a happy smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
"Fine, looking at this attitude, it's like a tortoise eating the weight of a steelyard. He's determined." Song Qingshu had a headache. Although he knew that Shuang'er and Wei Xiongdi had a very good relationship, he did not expect it to be this good. He had no choice but to change his strategy. "Sister-in-law, if you go with Wei Xiongdi, just in case … just in case …"
After thinking for half a day, he still could not think of a way to persuade her to change her mind.
"Just in case what?" Since Shuang'er had already made up her mind to commit suicide for love, she was actually a bit more relaxed than usual. With a smile, she sized up Song Qingshu, somewhat curious as to what kind of reason he would give.
"What if you are pregnant with Wei Xiongdi's child?" A bright light flashed in Song Qingshu's mind. He promptly said, "If, because of your suicide for love, Wei Xiongdi's posthumous child follows you, causing the Wei family to have no descendants, wouldn't that be unfair to him?"
"Song Dage ~" Shuang'er rebuked as she looked at Song Qingshu. Her snow-white face suddenly had a trace of captivating red. "I am not pregnant with Xiaobao's child."
"It hasn't even been a month since Wei Xiongdi left the capital. You haven't seen a doctor, how would you know?" Song Qingshu made up his mind. He would arrange for several imperial doctors to come tomorrow. He would definitely make them insist that Shuang'er was pregnant. Only then would he be able to dispel her thought of committing suicide.
"In any case, I know." Shuang'er bit her lower lip. Her face was completely red. She didn't want to continue this awkward topic with Song Qingshu.
"Uh, alright," Song Qingshu wasn't too clear about some of women's secrets. Hearing her speak as if she was trying to commit suicide for love …
Thinking about how Shuang'er had taken off her clothes and the warmth of her body seeping out of the bundle, Song Qingshu suddenly realized what was inside the bundle.
"I've been having a headache thinking about how to push Shuang'er down so that I can get the treasure map embroidered on her underwear. I didn't expect that she would directly hand it over to me." Song Qingshu held the bundle. It had been too easy to obtain. For a moment, he was somewhat absent-minded.
"Then I'll leave it to you, Song Dage." Shuang'er saw that he was silent and subconsciously thought that he had agreed. She revealed a smile as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders and walked towards the mourning hall.
"Are you planning to go with Wei Xiongdi?" The voice behind her caused Shuang'er's body to tremble.
"I've already deliberately concealed it, I didn't expect that Song Dage would still see through it." Shuang'er turned around and revealed a mischievous smile.
When Song Qingshu found out that she had given the treasure map of the Forty-two-chapter Sutra to Tian Di Hui, he understood that Shuang'er already had the intention to die. However, as a modern man, how could he watch the tragedy of suicide happen without doing anything? He promptly consoled her, "Sister-in-law, Wei Xiongdi loves you so much. If his spirit is in heaven, presumably he wouldn't want you to do this. He definitely wouldn't want you to suffer any harm."
Shuang'er's expression did not change. On the contrary, she said softly, "Song Dage, you don't understand Xiaobao. Xiaobao is most afraid of loneliness. He definitely wants me to go with him. Moreover, he is definitely worried that after he dies, I will make him a cuckold and make him a turtle bastard." As she spoke, a happy smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
"Fine, looking at this attitude, it's like a tortoise eating the weight of a steelyard. He's determined." Song Qingshu had a headache. Although he knew that Shuang'er and Wei Xiongdi had a very good relationship, he did not expect it to be this good. He had no choice but to change his strategy. "Sister-in-law, if you go with Wei Xiongdi, just in case … just in case …"
After thinking for half a day, he still could not think of a way to persuade her to change her mind.
"Just in case what?" Since Shuang'er had already made up her mind to commit suicide for love, she was actually a bit more relaxed than usual. With a smile, she sized up Song Qingshu, somewhat curious as to what kind of reason he would give.
"What if you are pregnant with Wei Xiongdi's child?" A bright light flashed in Song Qingshu's mind. He promptly said, "If, because of your suicide for love, Wei Xiongdi's posthumous child follows you, causing the Wei family to have no descendants, wouldn't that be unfair to him?"
"Song Dage ~" Shuang'er rebuked as she looked at Song Qingshu. Her snow-white face suddenly had a trace of captivating red. "I am not pregnant with Xiaobao's child."
"It hasn't even been a month since Wei Xiongdi left the capital. You haven't seen a doctor, how would you know?" Song Qingshu made up his mind. He would arrange for several imperial doctors to come tomorrow. He would definitely make them insist that Shuang'er was pregnant. Only then would he be able to dispel her thought of committing suicide.
"In any case, I know." Shuang'er bit her lower lip. Her face was completely red. She didn't want to continue this awkward topic with Song Qingshu.
"Uh, alright," Song Qingshu wasn't too clear about some of women's secrets. Hearing her speak as if she was trying to commit suicide for love …
Thinking about how Shuang'er had taken off her clothes and the warmth of her body seeping out of the bundle, Song Qingshu suddenly realized what was inside the bundle.
"I've been having a headache thinking about how to push Shuang'er down so that I can get the treasure map embroidered on her underwear. I didn't expect that she would directly hand it over to me." Song Qingshu held the bundle. It had been too easy to obtain. For a moment, he was somewhat absent-minded.
"Then I'll leave it to you, Song Dage." Shuang'er saw that he was silent and subconsciously thought that he had agreed. She revealed a smile as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders and walked towards the mourning hall.
"Are you planning to go with Wei Xiongdi?" The voice behind her caused Shuang'er's body to tremble.
"I've already deliberately concealed it, I didn't expect that Song Dage would still see through it." Shuang'er turned around and revealed a mischievous smile.
When Song Qingshu found out that she had given the treasure map of the Forty-two-chapter Sutra to Tian Di Hui, he understood that Shuang'er already had the intention to die. However, as a modern man, how could he watch the tragedy of suicide happen without doing anything? He promptly consoled her, "Sister-in-law, Wei Xiongdi loves you so much. If his spirit is in heaven, presumably he wouldn't want you to do this. He definitely wouldn't want you to suffer any harm."
Shuang'er's expression did not change. On the contrary, she said softly, "Song Dage, you don't understand Xiaobao. Xiaobao is most afraid of loneliness. He definitely wants me to go with him. Moreover, he is definitely worried that after he dies, I will make him a cuckold and make him a turtle bastard." As she spoke, a happy smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
"Fine, looking at this attitude, it's like a tortoise eating the weight of a steelyard. He's determined." Song Qingshu had a headache. Although he knew that Shuang'er and Wei Xiongdi had a very good relationship, he did not expect it to be this good. He had no choice but to change his strategy. "Sister-in-law, if you go with Wei Xiongdi, just in case … just in case …"
After thinking for half a day, he still could not think of a way to persuade her to change her mind.
"Just in case what?" Since Shuang'er had already made up her mind to commit suicide for love, she was actually a bit more relaxed than usual. With a smile, she sized up Song Qingshu, somewhat curious as to what kind of reason he would give.
"What if you are pregnant with Wei Xiongdi's child?" A bright light flashed in Song Qingshu's mind. He promptly said, "If, because of your suicide for love, Wei Xiongdi's posthumous child follows you, causing the Wei family to have no descendants, wouldn't that be unfair to him?"
"Song Dage ~" Shuang'er rebuked as she looked at Song Qingshu. Her snow-white face suddenly had a trace of captivating red. "I am not pregnant with Xiaobao's child."
"It hasn't even been a month since Wei Xiongdi left the capital. You haven't seen a doctor, how would you know?" Song Qingshu made up his mind. He would arrange for several imperial doctors to come tomorrow. He would definitely make them insist that Shuang'er was pregnant. Only then would he be able to dispel her thought of committing suicide.
"In any case, I know." Shuang'er bit her lower lip. Her face was completely red. She didn't want to continue this awkward topic with Song Qingshu.
"Uh, alright," Song Qingshu wasn't too clear about some of women's secrets. Hearing her speak as if she was trying to commit suicide for love …
Thinking about how Shuang'er had taken off her clothes and the warmth of her body seeping out of the bundle, Song Qingshu suddenly realized what was inside the bundle.
"I've been having a headache thinking about how to push Shuang'er down so that I can get the treasure map embroidered on her underwear. I didn't expect that she would directly hand it over to me." Song Qingshu held the bundle. It had been too easy to obtain. For a moment, he was somewhat absent-minded.
"Then I'll leave it to you, Song Dage." Shuang'er saw that he was silent and subconsciously thought that he had agreed. She revealed a smile as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders and walked towards the mourning hall.
"Are you planning to go with Wei Xiongdi?" The voice behind her caused Shuang'er's body to tremble.
"I've already deliberately concealed it, I didn't expect that Song Dage would still see through it." Shuang'er turned around and revealed a mischievous smile.
When Song Qingshu found out that she had given the treasure map of the Forty-two-chapter Sutra to Tian Di Hui, he understood that Shuang'er already had the intention to die. However, as a modern man, how could he watch the tragedy of suicide happen without doing anything? He promptly consoled her, "Sister-in-law, Wei Xiongdi loves you so much. If his spirit is in heaven, presumably he wouldn't want you to do this. He definitely wouldn't want you to suffer any harm."
Shuang'er's expression did not change. On the contrary, she said softly, "Song Dage, you don't understand Xiaobao. Xiaobao is most afraid of loneliness. He definitely wants me to go with him. Moreover, he is definitely worried that after he dies, I will make him a cuckold and make him a turtle bastard." As she spoke, a happy smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
"Fine, looking at this attitude, it's like a tortoise eating the weight of a steelyard. He's determined." Song Qingshu had a headache. Although he knew that Shuang'er and Wei Xiongdi had a very good relationship, he did not expect it to be this good. He had no choice but to change his strategy. "Sister-in-law, if you go with Wei Xiongdi, just in case … just in case …"
After thinking for half a day, he still could not think of a way to persuade her to change her mind.
"Just in case what?" Since Shuang'er had already made up her mind to commit suicide for love, she was actually a bit more relaxed than usual. With a smile, she sized up Song Qingshu, somewhat curious as to what kind of reason he would give.
"What if you are pregnant with Wei Xiongdi's child?" A bright light flashed in Song Qingshu's mind. He promptly said, "If, because of your suicide for love, Wei Xiongdi's posthumous child follows you, causing the Wei family to have no descendants, wouldn't that be unfair to him?"
"Song Dage ~" Shuang'er rebuked as she looked at Song Qingshu. Her snow-white face suddenly had a trace of captivating red. "I am not pregnant with Xiaobao's child."
"It hasn't even been a month since Wei Xiongdi left the capital. You haven't seen a doctor, how would you know?" Song Qingshu made up his mind. He would arrange for several imperial doctors to come tomorrow. He would definitely make them insist that Shuang'er was pregnant. Only then would he be able to dispel her thought of committing suicide.
"In any case, I know." Shuang'er bit her lower lip. Her face was completely red. She was unwilling to continue this awkward topic with Song Qingshu.
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