Song Qingshu thought that if the men of the Central Plains heard her say that, they would be so happy they might cry. But on second thought, the men of the Central Plains in this era seemed to enjoy that privilege too.
Still, three women made a drama, and once there were too many women, they were bound to scheme against one another. Before this, Shuang'er seemed to have been the only one who truly kept it in her heart and did not mind her man taking another wife. Now, Aman was another.
He wondered how Shuang'er was doing now. Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. Shuang'er had returned to Huzhou to keep vigil for the Zhuang family, yet he had never been able to find the time to visit her.
"Are you even listening to me?" A soft, pleasant voice interrupted his thoughts. Aman was tilting her head at him, her lips slightly pursed, clearly a little dissatisfied.
Song Qingshu smiled and comforted her. "Doesn't this prove even more that Su Pu cares about you and values you? If he weren't afraid of upsetting you, why would he be so cautious?"
"But I'm clearly not that kind of person. That only proves he doesn't truly understand me." Aman bit her lip, looking deeply hurt.
Song Qingshu could not help sighing that women were naturally prone to melancholy. Even a kind-hearted young woman like her could seem just a little unreasonable once she got tangled up in something.
"Aman, why did you come here alone?" Su Pu's voice rang out as he hurried over.
"I just had something I wanted to talk to him about," Aman explained.
"What could you possibly have to say to him?" Without waiting for an answer, Su Pu grabbed her hand and pulled her away.
"Ah..." Aman