Shen Biqun blushed. After hesitating for a moment, she still curtsied and called softly, "Biqun greets... greets Father."
"No need for such formality. We're family, so please rise." Song Yuanqiao made a gesture to help her up, then, after some thought, took a bracelet from his sleeve. "This was not originally mine to give, but Qingshu's mother passed away early. She said this bracelet was to be passed on to her daughter-in-law."
Song Qingshu's original wife had been Zhou Zhiruo. However, Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu had hastily married at the Emei Sect back then, and none of the Wudang Sect members had attended—of course, Song Qingshu had already been considered a Wudang traitor at the time, so they could not have attended anyway.
Since Zhou Zhiruo's past relationship with Zhang Wuji was known to all, Song Yuanqiao had not truly approved of the marriage as her father-in-law. Later, at the Lion-Slaying Tournament, Zhou Zhiruo had nearly killed Yu Lianzhou and Yin Liting. Thus, the bracelet had remained with Song Yuanqiao and had never been given away.
"Thank you... Father." Shen Biqun was overjoyed. The bracelet was not a deep green, and its color was not even pure. As Miss Shen, she had seen countless bracelets more precious than this one since childhood, but to her, none of them combined could compare to the one before her.
Song Qingshu had a terrible headache. If his other women found out, who knew what kind of commotion they would cause? Even if they said nothing, they would surely have their own thoughts. At that moment, he finally understood the troubles of those Middle Eastern tycoons. Though the law allowed them to marry four wives at once, they had to treat them equally. If they bought anything for one wife, they absolutely could