"Pervert..." Madam Ruan spat, though she was not truly angry. "I'm heavily pregnant now, so it's really inconvenient. If I accidentally hurt the child, everything I've done before will have been for nothing."
Song Qingshu knew how serious this was as well, so he could only suppress the fire in his heart. "All right, all right."
Sensing the disappointment in his voice, Madam Ruan asked, "Didn't that stunning Miss Shen come with you? You could go find her."
Song Qingshu rolled his eyes. "We're purely platonic friends. What are you thinking?"
"So you still haven't had her," Madam Ruan said with a somewhat gloating smile. "But from the looks of her, if you knocked on her door in the middle of the night, she definitely wouldn't refuse."
She wouldn't just refuse—we've already slept in the same bed, Song Qingshu thought. "I don't want to take advantage of her vulnerability. Besides, her identity is rather sensitive."
He was not actually made of wood. The reason he had forced himself to resist the temptation was mainly because of the aftermath. First, Shen Biqun was tied to his cooperation with Shen Xiaolong. Second, Shen Biqun was nominally still the Crown Princess of Southern Song. Although the Southern Song imperial family now wished they could silence her forever, they still had to acknowledge her status publicly. If someone one day exposed the affair between the prince of Qi and the Crown Princess, the consequences would be enormous. Even if the imperial family did not wish to pursue the matter, public opinion would force them to deal with him. The good relationship with Southern Song he had painstakingly built would be ruined, and the righteous cause he had cultivated over the years would vanish into smoke.
Song Qingshu might have been somewhat lustful, but he