"Ah?" Song Qingshu's eager expression immediately wilted. "You didn't come on this date last month."
Madam Ruan cursed inwardly. Who would have thought he would be so attentive? What man in the world remembered the dates of a woman's period? Though caught off guard, she quickly came up with an excuse. "A woman's cycle isn't always so regular. Sometimes it gets thrown off. Maybe too many things happened this month, so it... it got disrupted." Her face flushed red. This time, it was not an act. Explaining such matters to a man truly embarrassed her.
"Maybe you had too many worries this month, and the journey exhausted you as well, so it affected your health." Song Qingshu looked remorseful. "If I'd known, I shouldn't have let you do those things."
"Those things..." Madam Ruan's heart skipped a beat. As expected, he had let something slip. Unfortunately, he did not elaborate after that. Afraid of exposing herself, she did not dare seize the chance to ask.
How could she have known that Song Qingshu was referring to having Ren Yingying take charge of the Southern Song intelligence network, rather than Wu Xi's defection in Sichuan, as she had imagined?
Hearing that she was unwell, Song Qingshu lost his earlier lustful manner. He carefully helped her onto the bed and began tending to her considerately.
Feeling his gentle, attentive movements, Madam Ruan was dazed. Where had she ever encountered such a gentle man? Or rather, there should not have been such a gentle and considerate man in this world at all.
Since most people in this world regarded a woman's period as something unlucky, men avoided such matters like the plague. Even the rare exceptions lacked enough medical knowledge to truly care for women. But Song Qingshu came from a later age,