Song Qingshu froze for a moment, then nodded instinctively. "That's true."
Then, as if possessed, he added, "And afterward, it can make you completely forget what happened before."
Qin Hongmian's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, her cheeks grew hot, and she hurriedly said, "Don't point your eyes at me!"
Song Qingshu smiled wryly. "Madam, you worry too much. You are Wan'er's mother. How could I possibly offend you..." Though he said that, he could not help imagining certain scenes in his mind, and his heartbeat quickened. He hurriedly suppressed his wicked thoughts and silently recited a few Amitabhas.
The two fell into an awkward silence. After a while, Qin Hongmian suddenly said, "I'm feeling a little unwell. I want to bathe..."
The moment she spoke, she regretted it. She had only wanted to find something to say and break the awkwardness in the room, but she had not known what to say. Moreover, after being drugged earlier, her entire body felt sticky and unbearably uncomfortable. All she could think about was how nice it would be to take a bath, so those words slipped out before she knew it.
Song Qingshu paused, clearly finding her words rather abrupt. Just as he was considering how to respond, she quickly waved her hands. "I was just saying it casually. In our current situation, how could I possibly bathe?"
Under normal circumstances, she could simply have servants prepare and bring in water. But with the emperor lying unconscious here, how could she dare call anyone inside?
After thinking for a moment, Song Qingshu smiled. "Madam need not worry. There is still a way for you to bathe."
"Ah?" Qin Hongmian felt that discussing such matters with him was rather inappropriate, but her wet clothes clung to her skin, and the feeling