Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 799: Sworn Brotherhood

Song Qingshu knew Gebi had been badly frightened earlier and had prepared a whole speech to comfort her. Yet before he could utter a word, her soft, warm lips sealed his own.

“Wife…”

He finally managed to pull away, but before he could say more, two delicate, snow-white fingers pressed against his lips.

“Don’t speak. Just k!ss me.”

Exhausted from the night’s ordeals, Song Qingshu had thought himself drained of energy. Yet Gebi’s voice, as if enchanted, ignited a volcano within him.

For the sake of the greater good, Song Qingshu had exercised tremendous restraint, resisting the temptation of a peerless beauty like Gebi. But tonight, his entanglement with Empress Pei Man had stoked his desires beyond control. With the rescue mission now within reach and Gebi throwing herself into his arms, his resolve finally crumbled.

His left hand gripped her astonishingly supple waist while his right cradled her slender, smooth neck. Seizing the initiative, he k!ssed her fiercely. 

At that moment, he was profoundly grateful for his foresight—he had bathed and changed into fresh clothes before leaving the palace. Otherwise, traces of Empress Pei Man’s scent or the fragrance of the Zhao sisters might still cling to him, and Gebi would surely have noticed.

His caution stemmed from being recognized by Zhao Fujin through scent before, and now, that prudence paid off.

Gebi’s lips, glistening like morning dew, parted slightly, their allure accentuated by the lamplight. 
Unable to resist, Song Qingshu k!ssed her again. 

Soon, a drunken flush spread across her delicate, fair cheeks, and her beautiful eyes glazed over with intoxicating desire.

Undoing the buttons at her c0llar, Song Qingshu slid his hands beneath her r0bes…

Trailing down her slender neck, past her exquisite collarbones and rounded shoulders, he peeled away her garments as gently as shelling an egg. The fabric slipped from her shoulders to her waist, revealing swathes of snow-white skin and the dazzling curves of her mounds.

“Ahhn~”

Gebi gasped, instinctively covering herself in modesty. 

Song Qingshu chuckled softly, pressing a burning k!ss to the back of her hand. Flustered, she tried to pull away, but his true target lay elsewhere—his lips soon found a far more enticing prize.

“Ah~” Gebi’s face flushed crimson, her body trembling as she feebly pushed at his head. Yet her resistance was futile; if anything, their writhing only heightened the tingling pleasure in her chest. Overcome, she wrapped her slender arms around Song Qingshu’s neck, pulling him closer.

Feeling his weight press down, she bit her lip, arched her back, and let herself sink onto the bed.

A sliver of clarity remained in Song Qingshu’s mind—he dared not continue under the revealing candlelight, lest she notice something amiss. With a flick of his finger, the room plunged into darkness.

Lost in passion and grateful for the cover of shadows, Gebi relaxed, never suspecting that her “husband” could possess such mastery of the “Finger Flick Technique”.

Now concealed by the dark, Song Qingshu swiftly shed his clothes and pressed against the flawless b0dy that had captivated countless men of the Jin Dynasty.

“Husband… you seem even stronger since returning from Kaifeng,” Gebi murmured, her fingers tracing the hard muscles of the man atop her. A fleeting doubt crossed her mind, but how could she guess this wasn’t her true husband?

“Mm,” Song Qingshu replied gruffly, raining k!sses down her smooth neck. 

Gebi’s breath hitched, and any further thoughts of his physique vanished as pleasure consumed her.

Finding her honey hole already drenched with nectar, Song Qingshu parted her legs and rubbed his raging dragon at the entrance of the slippery entrance of the honey pot. 

“Nhhhm~”

After having enough of teasing the entrance of her holy hole, he positioned himself and slowly pushed in, immediately enveloped by a tight, velvety heat.

“Ahhhng! Husband~”

With a soft m0an, Gebi willingly welcomed the invasion into her moist folds.

‘Even after years of marriage, she’s still this tight? Was Tang Kuo Bian inadequate? But his body was strong… Could Gebi just be naturally like this?’

‘The Jin Dynasty’s number one beauty truly lives up to her reputation! Brother Tang Kuo, since you entrusted her to me, I’ll take good care of your wife from now on!’ 

Feeling himself swell even further, Song Qingshu thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt.

“Mmm~” Gebi’s sweet, drawn-out m0an filled the air as her limbs coiled around him like an octopus.

The sensation of her tight, silken walls nearly made Song Qingshu cry out in ecstasy.

“Husband… husband~” 

Her unconscious murmurs only stoked his wicked thoughts. 

Pah! Puchht! Pah! Puchht!

The knowledge that she was another man’s wife excited him beyond measure, driving him to pound into her relentlessly, their union a mess of slick friction.

Pahh! Puchht! Pahh! Puchht! Pahh! Puchht!

“Ughh! Unnggg~”

Soon, Gebi reached her peak, her body convulsing as waves of warm love nectar spilled over Song Qingshu. She bit down on his shoulder, gasping, “Husband… you’re so strong tonight!”

“Was I not strong before?” 

‘Was Tang Kuo Bian all show and no skill?’

Pahh! Pahh!

“You… you were, but tonight… especially so…” Her words dissolved into another m0an as she was driven over the edge once more.

Song Qingshu grinned, flipping her limp b0dy onto her stomach. 

“Ahhn!”

With a startled cry, she took him in from behind.

Pahh! Pahh! Pahh!

“Argghh!” 

After what felt like an eternity, Song Qingshu shuddered, erupting deep inside her.

As the storm subsided, Gebi lay in his arms, cheeks flushed and hair disheveled. “Husband… for some reason, tonight felt… strange.”

Song Qingshu tensed but kept his voice even. “Strange how?”

“I… I can’t explain it.” A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes before she shook her head with a smile. “Maybe we’ve been apart too long. It feels unfamiliar now.”

Relieved she wasn’t probing further, Song Qingshu pulled her close. “Then we’ll just have to practice more until it feels natural again.”

“You—!” She swatted at him playfully. “You’ve been so cold to me lately! I kept waiting for you to apologize, but you ignored me!”

“You ignored me too,” he countered.

“Because you—! You—!” She suddenly clamped her mouth shut and turned away.

Chuckling, Song Qingshu cupped her soft mound in his palm. “Because I what?”

“Ah! You’re so shameless!” She squirmed, trying to push his hand away, but he held firm. After a few feeble attempts, she gave up, letting him have his way.

“You must be so pleased with yourself,” she huffed, shooting him a glare.

“Pleased about what?” He nuzzled her slender neck.

“Stop—it tickles!” Giggling, she finally shoved him away. Gazing at him, she sighed. “Of course you’re pleased. You married me, then seduced my sister. Did we owe you in a past life? Now both of us are yours.”

“Seduced?” Song Qingshu feigned innocence. “Ping’er came to me willingly.”

“If she hadn’t been willing, do you think I would have forgiven you?” Gebi couldn’t help rolling her eyes at him. “I’ve actually always known that Ping’er has harbored unusual feelings for you since childhood. I thought she’d grow out of it once she found someone else, but who knew… Hmph! I suppose I misjudged you. If you had been firm, nothing would have happened, no matter how Ping’er felt.”

“That time was really just a coincidence.” Song Qingshu hesitated before briefly explaining what had happened that night in the mountain stream.

When she heard about Wanyan Ping falling off the cliff, Gebi gasped—even though she knew Ping was unharmed in the end. Then, as he described how he had grabbed her at the last moment, only for them both to tumble down, she couldn’t help but say sourly, “I always thought Ping’er was the one pining after an unfeeling heart, but who knew you’d risk your life to save her?”

“The reason I fought so hard to save her was mostly for you,” Song Qingshu replied smoothly, well-versed in handling such situations. Once he had Gebi’s full attention, he continued, “I know how close you sisters are. If I had stood by and done nothing, wouldn’t you have resented me forever? Our relationship would never have recovered, no matter how much we tried.”

“Hmph, you always know just what to say.” Though her words were sharp, the glow in Gebi’s eyes betrayed her delight. “I refuse to believe you don’t feel anything for Ping’er.”

Song Qingshu chuckled awkwardly. “I won’t deny that I’m fond of her. After all, we’ve watched her grow up. A girl so lovely and charming… it’s only natural to be a little moved.”

“Ah, the fox’s tail finally shows!” Gebi pinched his waist and snorted. “But let me tell you, Ping’er is only that sweet and demure around you. To the other noble youths in the capital, she’s a notorious little hellion. So every time I saw her acting so tenderly toward you, I knew this day would come.”

At a loss for words, Song Qingshu could only grin sheepishly.

“By the way,” Gebi suddenly added, lifting her head to stare at him intently, “what you just told me—never mention it to Ping’er. Don’t say you saved her because of me. She adores you so much… if she knew the truth, who knows how heartbroken she’d be?”

As her silky black hair cascaded like a waterfall, Song Qingshu marveled once more at her beauty. Tucking a loose strand behind her ear, he smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m not a fool. If she asks, I’ll have a different answer ready—just don’t blame me for it later.”

“How could I blame you?” Gebi nestled her cheek against his chest, her voice soft. “I understand your heart.”

Just as Song Qingshu was admiring her kindness, she spoke again, her tone shifting. “But now, there’s something else worrying me. How do you plan to handle things with Ping’er?”

“Handle things?” Song Qingshu blinked. Truthfully, he had been living in the moment, not giving much thought to the future. While he had no intention of abandoning her, he hadn’t considered the practicalities either.

“Ping’er, like me, is a princess. Not just in our Dynasty, but in any other—have you ever heard of two princesses marrying the same man? My brother may not approve.” Gebi’s expression darkened with concern.

Song Qingshu fell silent. His current focus was on rescuing Song Yuanqiao and the princesses from the Laundry Courtyard. Marriage to Wanyan Ping seemed a distant concern.

Seeing his troubled face, Gebi huffed in exasperation. “So you really haven’t thought about this? Well, luckily, Ping’er is still young. Her marriage won’t be discussed for another two years. That gives you time to figure something out. But don’t expect me to help—I won’t, and I can’t. If you want to enjoy the blessings of two women, you’ll have to work harder than most.”

Fully embodying his role as Tang Kuo Bian, Song Qingshu laughed and pulled her close. “The fact that you, as my wife, are allowing me to marry your sister is already the greatest help. How could I be so greedy as to ask more of you?”

Touched by his acknowledgment, Gebi felt it was all worth it. Then, thinking of Wanyan Ping, her cheeks flushed. After a long pause, she leaned in and whispered, “Be honest with me… do you prefer being with me… or with Ping’er?”

Seeing her bashful expression, Song Qingshu teased, “Prefer what with you two?”

“You know… what we just did. Who do you like more?” Gebi hadn’t expected to ask something so shameless, but ever since learning of their affair, the question had gnawed at her. 

Comparison was a woman’s nature. During their cold war, she had resisted asking—but now, reconciled and wrapped in post-passion warmth, the words spilled out.

“If I tell the truth, promise you won’t get angry.”

Her heart sank, but she forced a smile. “I won’t.”

“Well, actually…” He paused dramatically, waiting until she leaned in before finishing, “I like being with both of you together the most.”

“You’re impossible!” Gebi’s face burned crimson as she swatted at him with her delicate fists—but they were no match for Song Qingshu’s “Dragon Claw Technique.” Realizing she’d only lose this battle, she retreated, flustered.

“Anyway… we shouldn’t tell Ping’er about this yet.”

“Why not?” Song Qingshu asked.

“Hmph! Ever since that day, she hasn’t dared to meet my eyes. I want to see how long she plans to avoid me.” Gebi’s smirk was playful yet pointed.

“Ping’er feels terribly guilty. Isn’t it a bit mean to torment her?”

“Oh? Not even wed yet, and already taking her side?” Gebi bit her lip, glaring. “That little thief stole her sister’s husband. A few more days of guilt won’t kill her.”

“Alright, alright, as you wish.” Song Qingshu inwardly sighed—even the gentlest women could be terrifyingly cunning.

“You should be celebrating. If not for what happened today, I’d never have let you off so easily.”

“Here it comes.” Song Qingshu feigned ignorance. “What do you mean?”

Gebi recounted the earlier events, then fixed him with a searching gaze. “Is that Song Qingshu really your sworn brother?”