Ever since childhood, Shen Biqun had always been heaven's favored daughter. She came from a good family, was beautiful, and was renowned as a talented woman in her circle. With all those advantages, she had been immensely popular among the younger generation. Countless young nobles had expressed their affection for her. If she had merely nodded, perhaps some young master would have run off to pluck the moon from the sky for her. Yet now, when she had taken the initiative to plead softly, she was directly refused.
However, her pride had already been nearly destroyed during this period. Especially when even high-ranking officials from the Imperial City Department wanted to kill her, shattering her last trace of illusion. Though she was still alive, what difference was there between her and the dead? Everyone in Shen Garden was dead, and the country had abandoned her. A weak woman with neither country nor home, now rejected so bluntly by Song Qingshu... it was like the final straw that broke the camel's back, filling her normally clear eyes with ash-gray desolation.
"That's right. Why would you help an ill-fated person like me?" Shen Biqun gave a self-mocking smile. She no longer had the slightest value to exploit and was nothing but a hot potato. Song Qingshu had just been granted the title of King of Qi by the Southern Song court, so why would he risk universal condemnation to save an abandoned Crown Princess like her?
Beside her, Song Qingshu could not help sighing that Zhao Min truly was a bewitching little demon. Whether dealing with men or women, she could always make people fret over gains and losses with just a few words.
Song Qingshu glanced at her and sent a voice transmission. "Hey, hey, hey. You're making it hard for