When Cheng Yaojia saw that her husband was wounded, panic overwhelmed her. With a thud, she dropped to her knees before Song Qingshu. "Marshal, please let him go. You promised just now..."
Seeing this, Lu Guanying angrily said, "Why are you kneeling to this Jin Dynasty barbarian? I, Lu Guanying, stand tall between heaven and earth. Kill me or torture me as you please; there's no need for you to beg him."
Alarmed, Cheng Yaojia hurriedly explained, "Lu Lang, you misunderstand. The Marshal is not a bad man." Then she anxiously turned to Song Qingshu. "Lu Lang only spoke nonsense in the heat of the moment. I hope the Marshal will not take it to heart..."
Before she could finish, Song Qingshu interrupted her. "I know what I'm doing. Madam, please rest in the room next door for a while. There are some things I wish to discuss with your husband."
"Marshal!" Cheng Yaojia cried anxiously.
Song Qingshu smiled at her. "Don't worry. I won't harm him."
Only after receiving his assurance did Cheng Yaojia reluctantly leave, looking back every few steps.
"What exactly did you do to Yaojia?" Seeing the expressions on his wife's and Song Qingshu's faces as they spoke, suspicion surged within Lu Guanying. Once his wife had closed the door behind her, he could no longer hold back and asked the question.
Song Qingshu lifted his tea and blew on it. Hearing the question, he could not help chuckling. "I've done quite a few things to your wife. Which one are you referring to?"
He had hugged Cheng Yaojia, taken off her clothes, then dressed her again piece by piece. There had inevitably been some intimate contact during the process. By that measure, he was not lying—he really had done quite a few things to Lu