"You've got some nerve saying that. Who was it just now who said that after they had a little wine, they'd loosen up?" Song Qingshu rolled his eyes and said irritably.
"Don't be in such a hurry, Meng Lang. It's even better if they're asleep." Li Qinglu smiled sweetly.
"Are you planning to keep me company, then?" Song Qingshu glanced at her. Li Qinglu had always been charming and alluring, and after drinking, a faint blush had appeared on her fair cheeks, making her seem all the more exquisitely beautiful.
Li Qinglu smiled and shook her head. "I'm not doing something that would offend both of them. If they find out tomorrow, they'll think I'm scheming, that I deliberately got them drunk to vie for your favor."
Seeing Song Qingshu's dark expression, Li Qinglu smiled. "Don't worry, I've already made arrangements. There are plenty of consorts in the imperial palace, and quite a few are young and beautiful. I'll find a consort to keep you company."
Song Qingshu was speechless. "What kind of nonsense is that?"
Li Qinglu leaned close, her breath fragrant as orchids, while her voice was especially seductive. "There's no need to be embarrassed, Meng Lang. They were all consorts of my imperial uncle before his death. Though he was old, he liked young and beautiful consorts, so he kept many of them in the harem. Now that he has suddenly passed away, Li Liangzuo is busy eliminating political enemies and has not yet had time to deal with the matters of the harem. Thus, a large number of young consorts are still trembling in fear in the depths of the palace. Most will be unable to escape the fate of being buried alive with him, or else they will be confined in the harem until they