Song Qingshu shook his head and drove the thought from his mind. Li Qingluo truly deserved to be called the Holy Mother of the White Lotus Society. Born into the Xiaoyao School, she carried a hint of wickedness about her; this move of hers was simply too vicious.
Still, he had to admit that her idea was indeed highly targeted. If carried out, it would take no effort at all to drive a wedge between the Jia Shi Wang Xue families.
"It's just too despicable." The current Song Qingshu truly could not bring himself to do such a thing.
"Bao Erye, it really is Bao Erye!" Several pretty young maids came running over. The moment they saw him, their eyes filled with tears.
Song Qingshu had impersonated Jia Baoyu once before, so he naturally recognized several of the maids by his side: Xiren, Qingwen, Sheyue, Qiuwen, and the others.
The maids chattered as they crowded around him, jumping and dancing with excitement. Song Qingshu answered each of their questions without revealing the slightest flaw.
"My precious child, where have you run off to?" Before long, an old lady hurried over. Before she even arrived, she had already opened her arms to embrace him.
Song Qingshu knew that she was Grandmother Jia, the old matriarch who doted on Jia Baoyu most. He hurried forward to support her. "Ancestor, be careful not to fall."
Grandmother Jia held him tightly, calling him her precious darling again and again.
Noticing her tears and snot streaming down her face and feeling her sincere concern, Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. If she knew Jia Baoyu had died long ago, and that her son Jia Sidao had also died because of me, would she collapse?
She was, after all, an innocent old woman. Song Qingshu secretly resolved to