Ladies of High Society

"Yang of the Yang Family Generals..." Song Qingshu murmured inwardly. In his previous life, whether in novels, television dramas, or comic books, the Yang Family Generals had been household names. The Yang Family Generals were a family of loyal martyrs. Since the Yellow-robed Woman came from the Yang family, she must have close ties with the Southern Song court.

However, Song Qingshu's attention quickly shifted elsewhere. Compared to the Yang Family Generals, the Yang Family Women Generals were even more famous. Their husbands had died on the battlefield, leaving behind a houseful of beautiful young widows...

Judging by the Yellow-robed Woman's beauty, the women of the Yang family were surely all stunning. Should he go save them somehow?

Song Qingshu's mind wandered through all sorts of wild and ridiculous thoughts until even he despised himself. Wasn't this far too beastly? His father's fate was still unknown!

Yet Song Qingshu quickly cast those concerns aside. After all, he was not the real Song Qingshu. He had never even met Song Yuanqiao, much less formed any emotional bond with him. Doing his utmost to save the man was already more than enough. If Song Yuanqiao's predicament meant he could not even think about women, Song Qingshu would never accept that.

As for whether pursuing the Yang Family Women Generals would wrong the heroic martyrs who had died in battle, Song Qingshu had never considered that question. For one thing, those people felt far too unreal to him. For another, he had never intended to force anyone. If both sides were willing, what was there to feel sorry for? In his view, it was far more unfair to make a group of beautiful women remain widows from such a young age.

"Abbot Xuan Ci, we have offended you greatly tonight. Please forgive us.