Early the next morning, Princess Consort Yalun tidied her clothes as she looked at Jin Bingyun lying on the bed. Thinking of last night's fooling around, her jade cheeks burned. "What are you planning to do with her? You can't keep her unconscious forever."
Standing behind her and braiding her hair, Song Qingshu replied, "It should be fine after today."
Princess Consort Yalun's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively grabbed his hand. "Are you leaving today?"
Song Qingshu shook his head slightly. "No. Once I send Guo Jing and the others out today, there'll be no need to worry about her leaking secrets." As for the Sky-Connecting Shaman, better a fellow cultivator die than himself. Even if she leaked the secret, a dignified Grandmaster would not be so easily killed. Temujin and Pang Ban were both injured, while the Sky-Connecting Shaman was at the peak of her strength. If they truly fought, he might even reap the benefits as a bystander.
"Oh, that's good." Princess Consort Yalun visibly relaxed.
Song Qingshu leaned close to her ear and said with a grin, "What, can't bear to see me go?"
"Pah." Princess Consort Yalun spat lightly. "I can't wait for you, you little devil, to leave sooner."
Seeing the allure at the corners of her eyes, Song Qingshu could not resist planting a kiss on her cheek. "By the way, what if you get pregnant?" He could refine essence into qi, but in the heat of passion, he might not always be able to hold back.
Princess Consort Yalun rolled her eyes and pushed him away. "Don't worry. I took precautions afterward, so I won't get pregnant."
"Actually, even if you did get pregnant, you could give birth to the child." Having spent so long in this world, Song Qingshu's mindset