Song Qingshu and his party then arrived at the study, where they found a man pacing back and forth, clearly frantic with anxiety.
Hearing them, he turned around, and delight immediately appeared on his face. He hurried forward. "Brother Song—no, I should call you the King of Qi!"
Song Qingshu recognized him as well. It was none other than Lu Guanying. Smiling, he said, "Brother Lu, please, sit." As he spoke, his gaze instinctively swept the surroundings. That shy young wife, Cheng Yaojia, did not seem to be here...
Lu Guanying seemed to guess what he was thinking and explained, "I came here on a diplomatic mission this time, so it wasn't convenient to bring Yaojia along." He felt awkward saying this. Cheng Yaojia was his wife—what kind of situation was this? If not for his current physical disability, coupled with the immense favor Song Qingshu had shown him, no man could accept such a thing.
Thus, all his thoughts were now devoted to his official career. He hoped to win honors for his wife and children and bring glory to his family. Yet he still lacked an heir. Thinking of this made him gloomy. The plan to borrow a seed had been underway for so long, yet his wife's belly showed no sign of movement. At times, he even suspected that Song Qingshu had deliberately kept her from conceiving so he could maintain this relationship with his wife indefinitely. But Song Qingshu was now at the height of his power, and the gap between them in both status and ability was immense. Lu Guanying did not dare press him.
Hearing Lu Guanying's words, Song Qingshu's face heated up. He quickly changed the subject. "Brother Lu, what brings you to the Golden Snake Camp on this diplomatic mission?"
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