Song Qingshu agreed far too readily, and Wanyan Ping could not shake the feeling that something was amiss. But since things had come to this, she decided to stay and take things as they came.
"Now that there's no one else here, stop wearing my brother-in-law's face. It feels strange to look at." Every time she had seen that heavily bearded face before, Wanyan Ping had felt a deep sense of closeness. But now that she knew her "brother-in-law" had been impersonated by Song Qingshu, looking at that same face made her uncomfortable all over.
"Since Ping'er doesn't like seeing it, I'll take off the mask." Song Qingshu smiled and removed it, revealing his original face.
Looking at the handsome young man before her, with his swordlike brows and bright eyes, Wanyan Ping could not suppress a sense of unfamiliarity. For a moment, she did not know what to say.
Song Qingshu did not mind. Simply gazing quietly at the beautiful young girl before him was an immensely pleasant thing. After a long while, Wanyan Ping finally could not bear his burning gaze any longer and pointed to the mask beside them. "How did you do it? You looked exactly like my brother-in-law. Even my sister and I couldn't tell."
Women were naturally meticulous, especially two women so close to him. Wanyan Ping had always been unable to let go of the fact that she had muddleheadedly given herself to this man.
"Oh, that? I made it by cutting off Tang Kuobian's face." Song Qingshu said it as calmly as if it were nothing.
"What!" Wanyan Ping was both shocked and furious. Her hackles rose at once, and she instinctively drew the short sword she carried with her.
"Look how worked up you are. I was only joking." Song Qingshu