"Ah!" Mu Wanqing jerked away as if she had been scalded. "You girl, why is your head always full of such absurd ideas?"
"What's absurd about lovers enjoying themselves? Don't let those Song rituals and proprieties brainwash you," Li Qinglu said indignantly.
Song Qingshu said nothing from the side. He had actually been looking forward to it, but in the end, his hopes were dashed.
"I can't be bothered arguing with you. I'll leave this place to you." Mu Wanqing spat lightly, tugged at her clothes, and fled as though escaping for her life.
"You were satisfied that quickly?" Li Qinglu's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.
Yelü Nanxian, standing nearby, could no longer listen. "For someone so young, the things you say are really too... too..." For a moment, she did not know how to describe it.
Li Qinglu did not care. "Who told me to be the Little Demoness from First Rank Hall? Since sister Mu has left, I'll hand this lecherous radish over to you."
"Hand him over to me?" Yelü Nanxian had been about to leave when she was pushed back inside.
"That's right. I still need to explain what happened just now to the Imperial Consort." Li Qinglu shot Song Qingshu a resentful glance. He had stirred up romantic trouble, yet she was the one left to clean up after him.
Yelü Nanxian blushed. "But today is your husband-selection ceremony..."
"Oh, don't worry. I've already had my fill these past two days. Today, I'll properly show some filial respect to my sister." With a gentle shove, Li Qinglu pushed her into Song Qingshu's arms, then drifted away amid a string of silver-bell laughter.
"Qinglu really loves making trouble." Held in his arms and feeling the man's broad chest, Yelü Nanxian's heart began to race.
Yelü Nanxian