Guesswork

Song Qingshu deliberately stressed the pronunciation of the name "Song Siming" as he silently prayed, Old Song, help this old man ward off disaster. Besides, even if you die, Tang Kuobian still won't inherit Haizao and the others.

Madam Tang's expression turned strange. How could she fail to notice the flaw in Song Qingshu's oath? Yet, remembering what had once passed between them, she hesitated and did not expose him. It's just an oath. Who says it would really happen so coincidentally that someone would die?

Moreover, Madam Tang had never gotten along well with her sister-in-law. Wanyan Ge Bi had repeatedly warned her in private to observe wifely virtue, and Madam Tang had long been displeased by it. So she harbored another thought now: Hmph, if Brother really meets with misfortune and you end up beneath another man, let's see what face you'll have left to mock me!

Tang Kuobian had no idea that his own younger sister had sold him out so readily. Hearing Song Qingshu finally swear the oath, he was overjoyed and threw an arm around his shoulder. "Good brother, let's keep drinking."

"Ah?" Song Qingshu immediately pulled a long face. This fellow could drink far too much.

Madam Tang covered her mouth and smiled. "Young Master, my brother has loved wine all his life. But he usually has to guard the imperial palace and cannot drink, so he has been craving it terribly. It is rare for him to be out on leave for so long. Of course he would not let such a fine chance slip away."

Song Qingshu could only steel himself and drink with him. By the end, the sky and earth seemed to spin, and he was unsteady even on his feet.

Seeing that both men were about to topple over,