"Madam, what are you doing?" At this time, there was only one person behind him, and that was Ge Bi. Song Qingshu was calm and focused. He was confident that he could dodge her knife the moment she made her move. However, he wanted to know why she would do this, so he hesitated and did not make a move.
"Madam?" Ge Bi chuckled. There was a hint of mockery in her laughter. "After acting for so long, do you really think of yourself as my husband?"
Song Qingshu's heart sank. He said bitterly, "So you already knew."
Seeing that he did not deny it, Ge Bi's expression was complicated. "Who are you?"
Song QingShu sighed. Now that things had come to this, there was no need to hide it anymore. He reached out to remove the mask on his face, but he heard Ge Bi's tender shout, "Don't move!" At the same time, the dagger on his neck tightened.
"Didn't you ask me who I am? I just want to take off my mask." Song Qingshu laughed bitterly.
"Don't move. I'll take it off." Ge Bi had seen his moves and knew that he was skilled in martial arts. She did not dare to be careless.
Song Qingshu shrugged his shoulders. "By the way, how did you see the flaw?"
"Previously in the carriage, you caught the assassin's dagger between your fingers. My husband does not have such good martial arts." Ge Bi searched for the place where his mask was.
"So that's how it is. No wonder you became so strange after that." Song Qingshu secretly scolded himself for being so smart. How could he suddenly be so stupid here?
At this time, Ge Bi had already taken off his mask. She could see his face clearly. She could not help but be slightly dazed. "It really was you!"
Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows. "You could guess it was me?"
Ge Bi blushed. "I didn't know at first. Later, I found out that my husband was a fake. I thought about how you suddenly broke into his room and guessed that you might have been careless and forgot to wear your mask."
"Madam is really smart. You can guess the truth with such a simple clue. I admire you!" Song Qingshu praised sincerely.
"It's useless no matter how much you say at this time. What happened to our Wugu La?" Ge Bi nervously waited for an answer.
Song Qingshu sighed faintly, "Since Madam has already guessed it, there is no need to ask further."
The blood drained from Ge Bi's beautiful face, and her whole body trembled. "I want you to kiss me."
"He's already dead." Song Qingshu's voice was like a heavy hammer hitting Ge Bi's heart.
At this moment, Ge Bi felt as if all the strength in his body had been sucked out. After a long time, he recovered and said coldly, "Who killed him?"
"If I'm not me at this time, would you believe it?" Song Qingshu smiled bitterly.
"I don't believe you!" Ge Bi bit her lips.
"I also know you won't believe me. Fortunately, I was prepared. There is a blood letter in my clothes. It was written by your husband before he died. You will know when you read it." Song Qingshu was secretly glad that Tang Kuo Bian had the foresight to leave this blood letter. Otherwise, he would not be able to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
"Don't try to play any tricks!" Ge Bi pressed the dagger in her hand against Song Qingshu's neck again. She suspected that he was trying to divert her attention and take the opportunity to escape.
"I'm not playing any tricks. You will know when you read it." Song Qingshu raised his hands, indicating that he had no other intentions.
In the end, Ge Bi couldn't resist her desire for her husband's will, so she continued to hold the dagger against his neck with one hand and reached into his clothes with the other. After searching for a while, she found a bloody letter.
Ge Bi opened the letter with trembling hands. Her expression changed several times as she read the letter. Soon, tears blurred her eyes. She could not be more familiar with her husband's handwriting. It contained a secret code that only the two of them knew. There was no way an outsider could fake it. In the letter, Tang Kuo Bian kept expressing his reluctance to part with her and his guilt towards her. He even mentioned asking his sworn brother, Song Qingshu, to take care of her and protect her …
When she read the last five words, 'Wo Gu La's Final Writing', Ge Bi burst into tears.
"My condolences, Madam." Song Qingshu sighed.
"Who killed him?" As if she had been reminded, Ge Bi suddenly raised her head and continued to press the dagger against his neck.
"I can tell you the murderer's name, but I hope that you can promise me one thing first," Song Qingshu answered.
“！” Ge Bi sneered. This man would probably beg for her forgiveness for his previous offense. She hoped that he would spare his life.
However, Song Qingshu's answer surprised her. "I've been planning to avenge Brother Tang Kuo all this time, but that person is too powerful. I still don't have complete confidence that I can succeed. After spending time with you, I know that although Madam looks weak, you are actually a strong and intelligent woman. So, I hope that you won't act rashly when you find out who that person is. Otherwise, you might alert the enemy and ruin your plan to avenge Brother Tang Kuo. "
Ge Bi's expression changed slightly. After a moment of silence, she said, "Alright, I promise you."
Only then did Song Qingshu spit out three words. "The Hai Ling King."
"It really is him!" Ge Bi gnashed her teeth. Her eyes were filled with anger.
Song Qingshu hurriedly reminded her, "Madam, don't forget what you promised me. Now that I've almost gained his trust, I promise you that I will make sure that Wanyan Liang is beyond redemption to avenge Brother Tang Kuo."
"No wonder you've been trying to get close to him. Was it to avenge Wugu La?" Ge Bi's expression finally softened.
Of course, this wasn't the only reason Song Qingshu had approached Wanyan Liang. However, he wasn't stupid enough to do anything at a time like this. He simply nodded and said, "Yes."
Hearing his answer, Ge Bi fell silent. She loosened the grip on the dagger in her hand.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "Madam, are you planning to hold a dagger to my neck forever?"
Unexpectedly, Ge Bi didn't withdraw her dagger. Instead, she tightened her grip. "Hmph, I can let you off the hook for killing Wugu La. You promised Wugu La that you would take care of me and avenge him. I can understand why you're pretending to be him, but you …"
Ge Bi's cheeks suddenly turned as red as blood. She bit her lip and glared at him. "Why did you take advantage of me and … take advantage of me!"
Thinking of her gentleness and flirtatiousness that night, Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. However, he quickly regained his composure. He knew that if he didn't answer this question well, he would be consigned to eternal damnation.
Although Tang Kuo Bian had promised to give Ge Bi to him before he died, it wasn't a big deal. After all, Ge Bi had her own independent personality. In the Jin Kingdom, she had a noble status. If she didn't want to, how could Tang Kuo Bian give her away?
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