Yelü Nanxian jumped in fright and hurriedly broke free from Song Qingshu's embrace. Once she saw who had spoken, she could not help snapping, "Do you know that people can be scared to death by other people?"
A graceful, elegant young girl stood to one side, smiling teasingly. Who else could it be but Li Qinglu? "If you've done nothing shameful, you won't fear ghosts knocking at your door in the middle of the night. You were the one doing something so improper, so of course you felt guilty."
"Enough, enough. Stop messing around." Song Qingshu could not help sighing. If an outsider who knew nothing saw Li Qinglu, they would surely be fooled by her appearance and think she was a dignified, quiet young lady. Who would have guessed that she was, at heart, a Little Demoness who feared nothing more than the world being too peaceful?
"You two are really bold, being all lovey-dovey even in the imperial palace. Aren't you afraid someone will see?" Li Qinglu said, even as she gleefully threw herself into Song Qingshu's arms and hugged him tightly.
Yelü Nanxian could not help rolling her eyes. What right do you have to say that about me?
Li Qinglu raised her head, stroking Song Qingshu's face as she giggled. "Are you planning to enter the marriage selection under this identity?" As a princess of a nation, she also had to consider public opinion within the country and the attitudes of other states. If she directly chose the already-married Song Qingshu as her Imperial Son-in-Law, it would certainly cause an uproar. Helplessly, they could only use another method.
Song Qingshu hesitated. "Not necessarily. We'll play it by ear when the time comes."
Li Qinglu raised her fist. "I don't care. So many nations have come for