If Yelü Hongji summoned you to attend him in bed, then this world must be haunted. Song Qingshu said, "Don't worry. He won't come bother you again. Trust me."
Shen Biqun looked up at him. There was a reassuring strength in his voice, but she was not a woman who blindly followed others. After all, everything he said ran sharply against common sense. "But imperial favor is unpredictable. Yelü Hongji is the emperor, after all. Who could possibly sway his mind?"
Knowing she still had doubts, Song Qingshu smiled. "Others might not be able to, but I'm not included among them."
Shen Biqun froze, then recalled how, when Yelü Hongji had intended to favor her, he had casually resolved the crisis. It seemed his words were no lie.
"I'm even more capable than you can imagine, but there are things I can't tell you outright." Song Qingshu paused, considering his phrasing. "You should understand that sometimes, knowing too much will only bring disaster upon you." Given his relationship with Shen Biqun, he naturally could not reveal all his secrets to her. He could not tell her that the current Yelü Hongji was actually him in disguise, so he could only remind her indirectly.
"Of course. There is probably no one in this world who understands that principle better than I do." A trace of bitterness appeared on Shen Biqun's flawless face. The Shen family had been exterminated precisely because of the secret of the Ge Lu Saber.
"You needn't worry after you go to the Cold Palace. Your food, clothing, and daily necessities won't differ from what you have now. I'll also arrange for people to look after you in secret. If you need help with anything, you can seek them out." Song Qingshu was somewhat worried about leaving her