Under the pristine, tranquil moonlight, Wang Xifeng looked especially fiery and alluring. Song Qingshu's heart stirred, but he immediately dispelled his amorous thoughts. "Sister-in-law, don't joke around."
"I'm not joking." Wang Xifeng glared resentfully at Jia Lian in the distance. "I helped him with all my heart, yet he actually plotted against me like this—and for another vixen, no less. I can't swallow this insult."
Song Qingshu fell silent. At first, he had thought this was some game between husband and wife, but now it clearly did not seem that way. Jia Lian's actions were truly vicious.
"Doesn't he want to wear a green hat so badly? Then I'll grant his wish." After speaking, Wang Xifeng noticed Song Qingshu's expression and let out a faint sigh. "I know you must look down on me now, but I really am not that sort of promiscuous woman. This time, although I agreed to help him scheme and deliberately sacrifice my looks in order to obtain the Duke of Rongguo's title, if the target hadn't been you, I never would have agreed."
"Is that so?" Song Qingshu neither confirmed nor denied it. A woman's words—especially a beautiful woman's—could not be trusted too easily.
Seeing his expression, how could a clever woman like Wang Xifeng fail to guess what he was thinking? Her face turned bleak. "Fine, fine. My husband schemes against me like this, and even you think I'm such a cheap woman. What meaning is there in living?"
With that, she directly jumped down to the side. They were currently in a tree—not especially high, but not low either. If she fell like that, she would suffer broken bones at best and risk her life at worst.
Song Qingshu grabbed her at once. He was not the sort to watch someone die