"What on earth is going through that head of yours?" Song Qingshu instantly broke out in a cold sweat. A woman's intuition really was terrifying. If it had been anyone else, he would not have bothered denying it, but his relationship with Li Qingluo was rather complicated. Coupled with his ties to Li Qiushui and Wang Yuyan, she probably would not want outsiders to know either. Better to let her quietly remain the White Lotus Holy Mother.
"Oh, that's what I thought. How could you possibly like that kind of old woman?" Li Qinglu nodded, curling into his arms in a more comfortable position.
Song Qingshu's face darkened. Li Qingluo was vibrant and seductive—how was she old? And just look at the Imperial Consort's appearance now. Didn't the women of their line have some special knack for preserving their youth? Of course, he could only keep such thoughts to himself.
The carriage swayed gently along the road, the sort of setting that easily lulled one to sleep. Song Qingshu had been busy all night, and drowsiness quickly overtook him. Li Qinglu had been talking when she suddenly realized her lover was no longer responding. Looking up, she smiled knowingly, helped him lie down inside the carriage, then propped herself up on one elbow beside him and watched him sleep.
"I was worried Meng Lang might be an ugly monster before, hehe..."
He slept for several hours. When Song Qingshu awoke, he felt thoroughly refreshed. He had Su Xinghe's disciples drive the carriage back, while he and Li Qinglu galloped toward Western Xia.
"Should we return to Lingzhou City first, or go to Lingjiu Palace first?" As they neared Lingzhou City's territory, Song Qingshu asked for Li Qinglu's opinion.
Li Qinglu had considered this question countless times. "We'll split up. You