Jia Shidao sighed, then waved at Chen Jian and said, "You're injured. You should go and rest. Someone, take him back. "
Chen Jian almost couldn't stand straight anymore. He was only holding on with his willpower. Hearing what Jia Shidao said, he felt like he had been pardoned. When he was helped out, he turned around and said gratefully, "Thank you, Master."
Jia Shidao nodded. After the servants closed the door, he said to Song Qingshu, "Your aunt has been banished to the Cold Palace because of you."
"Huh?" Song Qingshu pretended to be surprised, but it was more or less what he had expected.
"Ahhhh, what are you talking about? If you weren't my only son, I would have slapped you to death." Jia Shidao would never have lost his composure like this normally, but what had happened today had really made him anxious.
"This is already the best result. If it were an ordinary concubine, the Emperor would have given her a white silk."
After cursing a few times, Jia Shidao gradually calmed down. He stared at Song Qingshu and said, "As for you …"
"What about me?" Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. Jia Shidao looked serious. Was things going to go beyond his expectations?
"I used all my connections to protect you, but what you did this time was a little too serious." Jia Shidao wanted to scold him again, but then he realized that someone was behind this, so he couldn't blame him. He continued, "Plus, Moqi Chen and Han Xingzhou fanned the flames in front of the Emperor. The Emperor wanted to kill you several times, and it took me a lot of effort to save your life. You can be spared from death, but you can't escape punishment. The court has decided to send you back to Mongolia with Princess Shaomin to explain to the Mongolian Khan about breaking the contract and appease their anger."
Song Qingshu was stunned. "It's just being a messenger. It doesn't seem like a big deal."
"You know nothing!" Jia Shidao scolded him. "You're a messenger, but you're actually a hostage. Although the Mongolians have been focusing on conquering the west for the past two years, they will turn their army to the south sooner or later. Once the Mongolians go to war with the Song, you will be the first one to be sacrificed!"
Listening to Jia Shidao's description of how greedy, cruel, and despicable the Mongolians were, Song QingShu gradually understood. It turned out that going to Mongolia was a suicide mission. No wonder Moqi Chen and Han Xingzhou agreed. Maybe it was their suggestion, but it was better than being executed immediately. So, Jia Shidao had to accept it.
Seeing Song Qingshu's expressionless face, Jia Shidao thought he was scared, so he changed. He changed his tone and said, "But don't be too afraid. I won't let anything happen to you. by. and I will make arrangements."
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but ask, "What kind of arrangements?" If he knew Jia Shidao's plan in advance, he would be able to come up with countermeasures.
Unexpectedly, Jia Shidao glared at him and said, "Humph, you're such a useless guy. Telling you will only cause trouble. It's good that you know this. Don't ask anything else."
"Oh." After all, according to Song Qingshu's investigation, Jia Baoyu was like a mouse in front of a cat in front of Jia Shidao. If he kept asking, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.
"Go back and ask Xiren to help you pack your things. Tomorrow, you will leave with the Mongolian delegation." Jia Shidao rubbed his temples. "Go say goodbye to your mother. As for the old lady, don't go. She's old, so she won't be frightened."
"Tomorrow?" Song Qingshu was actually very happy. He couldn't wait to leave at night, but his reason told him that it was a little too hasty.
"A long night is fraught with trouble. If it takes too long, who knows what evil plans Moqi Ke and Han Xingzhou will come up with. If the emperor changes his mind, you won't be able to leave even if you want to." Jia Shidao snorted. In fact, if the emperor really wanted to kill Jia Baoyu, he had a way to send him out of the city. But that would be too much of a disgrace to the royal family, and the Jia family would have a hard time in the future. Now that he was sent to the Mongolian delegation, it would be better for all parties.
After all, being a hostage in the Mongolian delegation meant risking his life for the imperial court. It was enough to shut the mouths of the officials in the imperial court.
In the Mongolian delegation's hostel, Zhao Min had also received the news. She couldn't help but say angrily, "What? I've been trying to pressure the Southern Song Dynasty these days, and they want to send me away with a second-generation heir? Do they think I, Minmin Temur, can be so easily fooled? "
Xuanming Elders tried to persuade her, "Princess, after all, you sneaked here this time, not under the Great Khan's order. You'd better stop while you're ahead." Crack!
"Crack!" With a crisp sound, Zhao Min threw the teacup in her hand to the ground fiercely. "I don't need you two to teach me how to do things. In short, I won't leave Lin 'an until I find out the whereabouts of Song QingShu."
Xuanming Elders were annoyed, so they secretly looked at each other. The two brothers had been brothers for decades, and they had long understood each other.
"Senior Brother, it's said that women are fickle, but her change is too exaggerated. Previously, she almost cut off her relationship with her family because of Zhang Wuji, and now she's devoted to that kid surnamed Song."
"Exactly. It is said that a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea. We men don't know what women are thinking. Fortunately, I'm smart. I only like women's bodies, not their hearts."
"Senior brother is wise. I only like good food and wine …"
While Xuanming Elders were looking at each other, a burst of laughter came from outside the door. "Who made our Princess angry?"
Zhao Min looked up and couldn't help but be stunned. "Master of Jingang Sect, why are you here?" The master of Jingang Sect was extraordinarily high in both martial arts and seniority, so her tone was not as casual as when she talked to Xuanming Elders.
The master of Jingang Sect sighed. "His Highness is ill."
Zhao Min was startled. "Is he very ill?" In fact, she already had the answer in her heart. If it was a common illness, why would he send someone to inform her?
"Yes." The master of Jingang Sect nodded. "His Highness wants to see you."
Zhao Min's eyes turned red in an instant. She gritted her teeth to hold back her tears in front of her subordinates. She calmed down a little and immediately said, "Pack up immediately. We're leaving now!"
"Now?" He Biweng looked out the window in shock. "It's late now, and the city gates are closed. I'm afraid it's not convenient to leave the city."
Zhao Min said coldly, "What's so inconvenient about it? If worst comes to worst, we can just climb over the city walls."
"It would not be good if the guards at the city gates were alerted," Lu Zhangke also advised. "It's not long before dawn, and the Southern Song is supposed to send the hostages here tomorrow. Why don't we leave the city together tomorrow? It'll be more convenient."
Zhao Min had gradually calmed down from her impulsiveness. She also understood that more haste, less speed. If they broke through the city gates at night and alerted the guards of the Southern Song, then they would be even more delayed.
"Alright, someone come!" Zhao Min arranged for her subordinates to go and hand over the hostage transfer procedures with the relevant officials of the Southern Song. Even if they were sleeping, they had to wake them up. At the same time, she arranged for someone to wait at the gates of the Imperial Palace and enter the palace to see Zhao Gou at dawn. She also sent someone to inform the Jia Manor in advance. She even arranged for her subordinates to stay in Lin 'an to inquire about Song Qingshu …
The whole process was arranged in an orderly manner. The master of Jin Gang and the two elders of Xuanming watched in admiration.
At dawn the next day, Song Qingshu was woken up by Xiren. Hearing that the Mongolian ambassadors were already waiting outside the manor, he could not help but be shocked. "So soon?"
"There were Mongolians who came to inform us in the middle of the night, but I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I did not have the heart to wake you up," Xiren answered with red eyes. It was obvious that she had been sad all night when she found out that Jia Baoyu was going to Mo Bei as a hostage.
Song Qingshu hurriedly comforted her. Only then did he remember that he had to deal with the people of the Jia Manor last night. A group of people cried and cried, and he finally managed to escape. Then he sneaked out to inform Zhou Zhiruo and the others. Only then did he return to his room. He was exhausted from the journey and fell asleep as soon as he returned.
After helping him put on his clothes, Xiren stared at him with a pair of watery eyes. "Young Master, Xiren will always be waiting for your return."
Looking at her tearful expression, Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. Although Xiren in the Dream of the Red Chamber was a little scheming, she had feelings for Jia Baoyu. Unfortunately, she did not know that the real Jia Baoyu would never return.
Hearing that the ladies of the Jia Manor would be coming to see him off, Song Qingshu felt a headache coming on. Without waiting for them, he quickly slipped out of the manor with light clothes.
As he left the manor, Song Qingshu could not help but be startled. A group of Mongolian ambassadors were waiting at the entrance on tall horses. The most eye-catching one was the young girl who was as bright as a rose. Who else could it be other than Zhao Min!
Originally, he thought that the Mongolian ambassadors would just send someone to pick him up. He did not expect that it would be Zhao Min who came in person.
In the past, Song Qingshu had seen more of Zhao Min's delicate and beautiful side. Now, she was wearing a Mongolian outfit and small boots that made her legs look straight and slender. She perfectly displayed the other side of her valiant and heroic appearance.
However, what made Song Qingshu more concerned was that Zhao Min's starry eyes were slightly red like Xiren's. It was as if she had also cried the whole night.
"I wonder why she is so sad?" Song Qingshu's heart suddenly moved. "Could it be because of me?" Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth could not help but hang up a trace of a smile.
Zhao Min was already in a bad mood. Seeing him standing there without moving and smiling foolishly, she could not help but feel disgusted. She angrily said, "Why are you still standing there like an idiot? Quickly get on the horse!"
Zhao Min had long heard of Jia Baoyu's usual behavior. Moreover, what happened in the Imperial Palace last night could not be hidden from those who knew about it. Zhao Min was also a woman, so it was impossible for her to have a good attitude toward him.
Song Qingshu smiled and did not take it seriously. When he was about to go over, he heard Jia Shidao's voice from behind. "Baoyu, wait a minute."
A group of guards surrounded Jia Shidao and walked out. He did not even look at Song Qingshu. Instead, he first walked to Zhao Min and said, "My son is naughty. Please take care of him on the way."
Zhao Min replied lightly, "He is a man. Of course, he knows how to take care of himself." She sat proudly on the back of the horse and looked down at him. She had no intention of getting off the horse to return the greeting.
A trace of anger flashed in the depths of Jia Shidao's eyes. With his current status, even Prime Ministers like Moqi Feng and Han Xingzhou, and even Emperor Zhao Gou would not be so rude to him, let alone ordinary ministers. However, the Southern Song Dynasty was weak. For hundreds of years, Liao and the envoys of the Jin Kingdom had been so arrogant and domineering. Although he was angry, he could only swallow his anger.
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