Song Qingshu was taken aback and could not help marveling at how far ahead she had thought. Back when Wang Mang usurped the Han, he had been hailed across the land as a saint, spoken of in the same breath as Duke of Zhou. Yet the moment he seized the throne, he became infamous for all eternity.
His reputation was fairly good now, but it was nowhere near Wang Mang's prestige back then, not to mention all the rumors surrounding him. If he truly usurped the throne or something similar, it would definitely provoke condemnation from the entire realm.
Now that someone else had taken the lead in doing something so universally condemned, many things afterward would become much easier.
Seeing that he remained silent, Ren Yingying said somewhat timidly, "Do you think I'm too wicked?"
Song Qingshu laughed heartily and pulled her into his arms. "Of course not. I think this is exactly the Saint Maiden who commands the heroes of the realm. You did very well and solved a rather troublesome problem for me."
Seeing how intimate they were, Ren Woxing, the enormous third wheel, very consciously excused himself. He even thoughtfully shut the door behind him. That brat Song is far better than that sickly Linghu Chong. Back then, Yingying could only carefully show Linghu Chong her bright side, always afraid that doing something might displease him because of his righteous upbringing.
Yingying was kind by nature, but she was still Ren Woxing's daughter and the Saint Maiden of the Sun Moon Holy Cult. She had done her share of having disobedient subordinates' eyes gouged out, hands chopped off, and bodies exiled overseas.
Yingying was generally upright, but she also had a slightly dark side. Only Song Qingshu could tolerate and appreciate every part of her.
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