Li Kexiu was both furious and regretful. Furious because the tender cabbage he had painstakingly raised for over a decade had been rooted by another pig; regretful because he should not have agreed so easily to Wan Qixie's plan to deal with Song Qingshu.
Although, in Li Kexiu's heart, marrying his daughter to Song Qingshu was far inferior to sending her to Southern Song to become the Empress, he had to admit that Song Qingshu was still a decent choice.
What was more, his daughter was now pregnant with Song Qingshu's child!
As far as Li Kexiu knew, although Song Qingshu had a wife and quite a few beauties around him, he had no children. That meant his grandson would be Song Qingshu's eldest son. Even if Li Yuanzhi could not become the Empress in the future, she would likely rise in status through her son. In these troubled times, the difference between an eldest son and a legitimate son was not so great. There was even a strong chance that the child could become the heir to the Golden Snake Camp.
But it was too late for regrets now. Song Qingshu had already been poisoned beyond cure, and a rift had formed between them, making further cooperation impossible. At the same time, because his daughter was pregnant, his agreement with Wan Qixie would likely fall apart as well.
After all that, everything had gone to hell! A thought surfaced in Li Kexiu's mind. At this point, he was trapped between a rock and a hard place. Killing Song Qingshu was wrong, yet not killing him was wrong too.
Noticing Li Kexiu's shifting expression, Wan Qixie's eyelid twitched. Afraid that Li Kexiu might do something irrational, he hurried over and lowered his voice. "Sir Li, there is no need to