Song Qingshu spoke calmly beneath Daiqisi's furious gaze. "Perhaps you'll hate me at first, but the longer we spend together, the more certain I am that you'll eventually accept me."
"You're dreaming!" Daiqisi snapped.
"I believe in my own charm," Song Qingshu said with a straight face. "A man like me—young, handsome, commanding a hundred thousand elite troops, controlling several great nations, among the very best in martial arts, and gentle and considerate toward women... Where else in the world could you find someone like that? Heh, I'm making myself fall for myself."
Daiqisi was so angry that she laughed. "I've never seen such a shameless man. In that case, marry yourself."
Song Qingshu sighed. "Unfortunately, I'm not a woman. Otherwise, I really would."
Daiqisi was rendered speechless by his expression and, for a moment, had no idea what to say.
"Why must Madam resist me so fiercely?" Song Qingshu gazed quietly into her eyes. "Your husband has been dead for more than ten years. You are still in the prime of your life. Do you truly intend to guard an empty chamber and die alone?"
Daiqisi's heart trembled. Yes, did she truly want to spend the rest of her life alone? Over the years, she had awakened in the middle of countless nights. In the stillness of the night, she would look at the cold bed and the tranquil moon beyond the window, and her heart had gradually become colder than ice.
Back then, she had been a youthful, radiant girl, carefree every day. Each morning, she would rise with a faint smile at the corners of her lips, enchanting who knew how many talented young men. Later, she met Han Qianyue, and those days had indeed been happy. But before long, Han Qianyue died. She was no longer