Song Qingshu glanced up at the memorial tablet in the mourning hall. "Because of Wanyan Liang?"
Tudan Jing turned her face away and did not answer.
Song Qingshu did not mind and walked straight toward the tablet. "Wanyan Liang and I were bitter enemies. How could I let him rest in peace and accept offerings?" As he spoke, he picked up the tablet as if to smash it.
"Don't!" Tudan Jing cried out, rushing over to take the tablet back.
Unfortunately, he held it high with one hand. How could she possibly reach it? Both angry and anxious, she said, "He may have wronged you before, but you already took your revenge, and he is dead now. What more do you want?" Her first thought was of how Wanyan Liang had violated Ge Bi, but Song Qingshu had never told her the truth, so she had always believed Ge Bi really had been assaulted.
"What he did would not be repaid even by ten thousand deaths. Just seeing those words irritates me." Song Qingshu simply played along with the misunderstanding, maintaining an expression of deep hatred. In truth, he had never had any favorable impression of Wanyan Liang anyway.
Tudan Jing did not know what to say. She could only plead weakly, "Please, give it to me."
Trying to seize the tablet from his hand, Tudan Jing's entire body was almost pressed against Song Qingshu's. She kept rising onto her toes and jumping for it, unaware that their bodies were frequently rubbing together.
Feeling her soft, delicate body, the fire within Song Qingshu, which had only just calmed somewhat, flared up again. "I can give it to you, but you must agree to one condition."
Tudan Jing's heart skipped a beat. "What condition?"
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "Why does the