Song Qingshu could not help but laugh. She truly was every inch a refined young lady of Jiangnan. "Hmph, I'm a Jurchen. I don't have to follow you Han Chinese rules. Hurry up and tell me."
Cheng Yaojia pressed her lips together and merely shook her head.
Song Qingshu's eyes shifted as he smiled. "I understand now. You clearly want to sit in my lap, but you're too embarrassed to say it, so you deliberately used this method to make me keep holding you. Is that it?"
"Of course not!" Cheng Yaojia said anxiously. As though to prove her innocence, she continued, "My name is Cheng Yaojia. You can let me go now, can't you?"
"Cheng Yaojia—what a beautiful name," Song Qingshu praised. "Didn't you say that, apart from your parents, you could only tell your name to your husband? Now that you've told me, does that mean you want me to be your husband?"
Cheng Yaojia was both ashamed and furious. "You forced me to say it! Besides, besides, I already have a husband."
"What does having a husband matter? Just divorce him. Then I'll take you back to the Jin Dynasty and let you enjoy the status of a first-rank noble lady." Song Qingshu spoke with a grin, while inwardly lamenting that his frivolous nature really was a headache. Flirtatious words simply slipped out of his mouth beyond his control.
"I don't want to!" Cheng Yaojia was worried that more people might see what was happening inside the sedan chair, so even her instinctive cry came out subdued.
Noticing her reaction, Song Qingshu became even more confident. Women like her seemed rather easy to deal with.
"Since you don't want a divorce, that's no problem. I wouldn't mind at all if you and your husband continued being husband