Misunderstanding

Song Qingshu gave a wry smile. "Brother Tang Kuo, aren't you pushing me into a dishonorable position?"

Tang Kuobian shook his head. "We Jurchen do not have as many tedious formalities as you Han Chinese. Everything I said just now was what I truly meant. Besides, we swore an oath before. Now that I am dead, there is no problem with you inheriting my wife and property."

Song Qingshu hesitated. "I can agree to everything else, but your wife—how could I..."

Seeing that the other man had agreed to do those three things for him, Tang Kuobian was overjoyed. "Hahaha! With Brother Song's promise worth a thousand pieces of gold, I, Tang Kuobian, can rest in peace even if I die."

"Brother Tang Kuo, did you even hear what I said?" Song Qingshu asked speechlessly.

Tang Kuobian sighed. "Do you think I would willingly let another man ride Ge Bi? But now, there is nothing I can do. Ge Bi, left without anyone to protect her, will become the most tempting and delectable prey. When that time comes, forget Wanyan Liang—even the other nobles, which one of them would not want to take a bite? Rather than let her become another man's plaything, I might as well give her directly to you. You have enough ability to protect her, and you can also fulfill my last wishes. Besides, we are sworn brothers. As you Han Chinese put it, the rich water should not flow into outsiders' fields."

Song Qingshu was momentarily speechless. Tang Kuobian only had a superficial grasp of Chinese; how could that idiom be used that way? Though the sentiment did fit rather well...

"Brother Song, I do not have much time left. Listen carefully while I tell you some things about the Tang Kuobian family..." Seeing that