Sending You on Your Way

The two girls looked at each other. No matter how they listened, this mysterious brother-in-law sounded strange, but at this point, they had no other choice. They could only blink at the man before them.

Song Qingshu had never expected that, after traveling back to ancient times, he would end up teaching two little girls about menstrual hygiene. After considering his wording, he finally said, "That little patch of red is actually easy enough to fake. Empress Peiman already laid white silk on the bed. You just need to get some blood on it."

"How... how do we get the blood?" The girl's small face flushed crimson. As far as she was concerned, she had to preserve her virginity while also producing blood. How was that possible?

"Seriously?" Song Qingshu looked at the two girls as though they were aliens. Could they really be this adorably clueless? Seeing their genuinely bewildered expressions, he could only say gloomily, "Give me your hands."

The two girls hesitated for a long while before slowly extending their hands. Song Qingshu could not be bothered to waste words on them. He grabbed both their hands and sent formless sword qi forth, instantly piercing their fingertips.

"Ah~" The sharp pain in their fingertips made the two girls cry out at the same time.

The girls instinctively tried to pull their hands back, but Song Qingshu showed no tenderness whatsoever. He held on to them and let the blood seeping from their fingers drip onto the white silk until two red blossoms appeared upon it. Only then did he nod in satisfaction. By now, the two girls' eyes were already brimming with tears from the pain.

Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. Little girls were nice and all, but they were far too delicate.

Because the three of them