Carefree Powder

"Hey, hey, hey, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't just say whatever you want!" Song Qingshu said with a gloomy expression. "My... father and the others usually devoted themselves to cultivation. Did you think they wanted to do such a thing? It was all because those shameless Jurchen gave them and the three princesses Yin Yang He He San! From another perspective, my father and the others saved those three princesses' lives. Otherwise, when the medicine took effect, they would have been consumed by lust and burned to death. Would that have satisfied you?"

"You're twisting words!" The Yellow-robed Woman trembled with rage.

"If you think my character is questionable, Yingluo, we can discuss that. But my father, Fourth Martial Uncle, and Sixth Martial Uncle are absolutely honorable men," Song Qingshu said solemnly. "Back then, I clearly could have rescued them, but they threatened me with their lives and made me promise to save your sisters. At the same time, fearing we would alert the enemy, they voluntarily returned to their cages..."

"Don't call me Yingluo!" The Yellow-robed Woman snorted coldly, though her expression finally softened somewhat.

"Fine, I won't." Song Qingshu suddenly let out a long sigh. "Still, when all is said and done, I'm the one who got the worst deal out of this."

The Yellow-robed Woman and Zhao Fujin exchanged looks. "What did you lose?"

"Think about it. Overnight, I gained several little mothers. It made me a whole generation younger in front of you. Isn't that bad enough?" Song Qingshu spread his hands.

"You really are a bastard!" The Yellow-robed Woman flew into a rage. Zhao Fujin, having endured more in life, took it more easily. She calmed the Yellow-robed Woman, then turned back to Song Qingshu with a radiant smile. "It seems