Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 1024: Heart-to-Heart Confessions

Shuang’er had spent the entire night with Song Qingshu, so she naturally knew about the erotic tales he spoke of; the woman in those stories wasn’t Cheng Yaojia.

“I was only doing this to save that couple…” Song Qingshu then told Shuang’er about their identities as Song Dynasty envoys and explained the complexities involved.

“Brother Song, I’m sorry, I misunderstood you,” Shuang’er said apologetically.

“It’s alright, you’re my dear Shuang’er,” Song Qingshu said, putting his arm around her soft waist.

Shuang’er felt incredibly sweet inside, but still said, “But I’m worried that your words might affect their relationship.”

Song Qingshu smiled and said, “Good Shuang’er, don’t worry. If they truly love each other, Lu Guanying wouldn’t believe a word of those fabricated stories. If Lu Guanying really doubts his wife, it proves their relationship isn’t as good as it seems. Getting away sooner would be a relief for Cheng Yaojia.”

Shuang’er nodded, “That’s true.” In her view, lovers unconditionally trust each other. If it were her, she would never doubt Song Qingshu, so she agreed with his assessment.

“Brother Song, how did you suddenly become a high-ranking official in the Jin state?” Shuang’er had been so immersed in the joy of reuniting with her lover last night that she had forgotten to ask this question.

Song Qingshu chuckled, “This is a long story. It all started when I attempted to assassinate Emperor Kangxi…” He then roughly recounted his disguise as Kangxi, his acquisition of the Golden Serpent King, and his subsequent journey to the Jin state, revealing almost nothing except for some details about his philandering.

He rarely spoke of these matters to anyone. Aside from a few close friends like Dongfang Muxue and Zhou Zhiruo, only Shuang’er knew the truth, but he wasn’t worried about anything going wrong. As he had said before, true love deserves complete trust, and he knew Shuang’er’s character perfectly well; she would never betray his trust.

Shuang’er gasped in surprise, her cherry-like lips almost large enough to fit a duck egg. She quickly pressed her finger to Song Qingshu’s lips, “Brother Song, it was all my fault for being so naive, letting you reveal such a secret…”

“So what? My dear Shuang’er isn’t an outsider,” Song Qingshu said softly, holding her delicate hand.

“I…I…” Shuang’er was deeply moved, her voice choked with emotion. “Brother Song, I am, after all, Xiaobao’s wife. I’m not as close as Sister Zhou and the others. If even the slightest leak of this matter were to occur, it would be a catastrophe. How could you just tell me like that?”

“Why can’t I tell you?” Song Qingshu embraced her. “Would you tell anyone else about this?”

Shuang’er quickly waved her hands. “Brother Song trusts me so much. Even if I were to be cut to pieces, I would never tell anyone!”

“That’s settled then,” Song Qingshu pecked her smooth cheek. “Besides, others may not know your relationship with Brother Wei, but don’t I? You’re just Brother Wei’s betrothed, and all your ‘firsts’ were given to me…”

Shuang’er blushed deeply and buried her head in his chest. “Brother Song, you’re so naughty…”

Song Qingshu thoroughly enjoyed her gentle, pink fists, lowering his… He whispered in her ear, “Good Shuang’er, I know you’re loyal and righteous, so I won’t mind if you have to observe three years of mourning for Brother Wei as his wife. However, others might misunderstand your relationship with Wei Xiaobao in the future, and then you might…”

Before Song Qingshu could finish, Shuang’er raised her head, her large, watery eyes gazing at him affectionately: “Brother Song, Shuang’er won’t compete with the other sisters for anything. Shuang’er only asks to be a maidservant secretly by your side, and that would be enough for me.”

Song Qingshu frowned, “That’s too unfair to you.”

Shuang’er smiled and shook her head, “Luckily, I met such a magnanimous man as you, Brother Song. Otherwise, would anyone else have agreed to let me observe mourning for Xiaobao? Brother Song has fulfilled Shuang’er’s wishes, protecting both her loyalty and Xiaobao’s reputation. I’m overjoyed; how could I feel wronged?”

“Shuang’er~” Song Qingshu felt a surge of tenderness, embraced her soft waist, and ki$sed her deeply again.

He consulted Shuang’er again and found that she still did not want to publicly marry him. Since that was the case, Song Qingshu did not want to force her any further.

Shuang’er’s bones felt like they were melting. Sitting in Song Qingshu’s lap, she quickly felt the change in his body, and her face flushed crimson. “Brother Song, why are you… why are you…”

Song Qingshu chuckled, whispering in her ear, “The thought of this lady being my bed warmer inevitably gets a little exciting.”

“Brother Song, you’re so naughty~” Shuang’er immediately pouted, but his words had also ar0used her desire. However, thinking of the tingling sensation between her legs, she frowned slightly. “Brother Song, I… I’m afraid I can’t serve you.”

Song Qingshu couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t make your brother sound like a lecher, okay? I’m not thinking about that kind of thing.”

Shuang’er blushed, shifting her waist uncomfortably, and whispered, head down, “But your body doesn’t lie.”

Song Qingshu’s face burned, realizing his argument wasn’t quite convincing enough, and he was momentarily speechless with embarrassment.

Shuang’er hesitated, as if she had made a huge decision, then brought her small mouth close to his ear: “Brother Song, I can help you in other ways…”

Song Qingshu couldn’t help but say, “That would be too much of a burden for you.”

Shuang’er bit her lip, a shy smile playing on her lips: “You’re such a hypocrite, Brother Song, don’t you like me serving you?”

Song Qingshu’s heart skipped a beat, and he couldn’t help but swallow. 

Although he didn’t speak, his body language told Shuang’er the answer.

“Brother Song, you’re good in every way, it’s just…it’s just…” Shuang’er suddenly blushed and stopped talking.

“Just what?” Song Qingshu asked curiously.

“It’s just that you like…like other people’s wives, it’s a bit…a bit perverted.” Shuang’er finally mustered her courage and blurted it out.

Song Qingshu was immediately embarrassed and didn’t know how to respond. 

“But Shuang’er doesn’t mind.” Shuang’er whispered quickly, so softly that if Song Qingshu hadn’t been so skilled, he probably wouldn’t have heard her at all.

After saying that, Shuang’er hurriedly lowered her head, as if to hide her shyness. She buried her f@ce between Song Qingshu’s legs, refusing to look up at him again.

Song Qingshu stiffened, then gently stroked her hair.

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Later, the two embraced and poured out their hearts to each other, recounting their experiences since their separation. Before they knew it, night had fallen.

“Shuang’er, didn’t you want to kill Wu Zhirong? Let’s go now.” Song Qingshu had publicly stated that he was unwell and needed rest, so no one in Yangzhou’s official circles had bothered him all day.