Flower Stealing Master

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Just as Huang Rong finished cursing in her heart, Song Qingshu, who was lying in a carriage on the other side, sneezed heavily. He found it strange—was another one of his beloved women thinking about him again?

Beside him, Wanyan Liang quickly put on a concerned expression. “Brother Tang Kuo, you’ve suffered serious injuries and were poisoned. Although the poison has been neutralized, your body is still extremely weak. You must take good care of yourself once we return to the manor.”

However, in his heart, he had an entirely different thought: ‘Hmph, it would be best if he became a sickly invalid from now on, with no energy left for the bedroom. That way, Gebi would suffer a few less rounds…’

By seniority, Gebi was the biological younger sister of Emperor Xizong of Jin, making her Wanyan Liang’s cousin. That he could even entertain such “German orthopedic” thoughts about his cousin was something that even the ever-flirtatious Song Qingshu had to concede to. (G: a humorous or ironic meme. It stems from a story or joke about a brother breaking his sister’s leg and being sent to “German orthopedics” for treatment, often used to tease sibling dynamics or tab0o relationships.)

“Thank you for your concern, Your Highness,” Song Qingshu responded, feigning a deeply moved expression. “I thought I was doomed this time and had already accepted my fate. I never expected Your Highness to save me. For this life-saving grace, even if Tang Kuo Bian must work like an ox or a horse, I shall repay Your Highness.”

‘Hmph, as if you would offer your w!fe to me for a few nights.’

Wanyan Liang sneered inwardly, but his face remained as gentle as jade. “Brother Tang Kuo, there’s no need for such words. We serve the same court, and it is only right to help each other. Besides, we have always shared a deep personal bond—how could I stand by and do nothing?”