"Princess Cheng 'an?" Hearing this name, Song Qingshu's anger suddenly disappeared without a trace. Looking behind him, he saw a group of cavalrymen escorting a luxurious carriage. Behind them were maids and servants, and further behind them was a group of armored soldiers. It was easy to see that each one of them was an astute and valiant soldier.
Song Qingshu tried his best to look into the carriage, but no matter how skilled he was, he couldn't see through walls. He couldn't see if it was Yelu Nanxian inside.
"Smelly brat, what are you looking at? Do you believe I won't gouge out your eyes?" The cavalryman saw that Song Qingshu wasn't paying attention to him and was instead sneaking sneaky glances at the carriage, he couldn't help but be enraged.
Song Qingshu was furious, but at this moment, a light voice came from the carriage: "Forget it, let's go."
Hearing this, Song QingShu was overjoyed, he could tell that it was indeed Yelu Nanxian's voice. However, what made him feel strange was that the previous Yelu Nanxian's voice was soft and gentle, with an otherworldly temperament. Now, although her voice was still pleasant to the ear, it lacked the usual liveliness, with a trace of waning interest and melancholy.
Unfortunately, after saying that one sentence, Yelu Nanxian didn't speak again. Moreover, she didn't seem to have any intention of showing herself, not even the slightest bit of the curtain was pulled up.
Watching as the carriages entered the city, Song Qingshu was in a daze. Suddenly, Zhao Min came up to his side, rejoicing in his misfortune, "Tsk tsk, the grand Prince of Qi, one of the best martial artists in the world, was actually bullied by a lowly soldier."
"If a dog bites you, are you going to bite it back?" Song Qingshu nonchalantly asked.
"Although I won't bite it back, at least I'll give it a good beating." Zhao Min harrumphed, flicking a pebble at the cavalryman's horse's leg. Startled, the horse reared up and the cavalryman, caught off guard, fell to the ground, his mouth full of blood.
"Haha ~" Zhao Min let out a tinkling laugh, "Now I feel better."
"Repaying enmity with honesty, the princess is really a heroine." Song Qingshu couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.
"I'm still mad at you ~"
"Didn't you already talk to me?"
"Who told you that you won't be angry if you speak?"
"Uh …"
The two of them bickered all the way into the city, and before they knew it, they arrived at Zhao Min's private residence.
He saw that the rocks in the garden were simple and unadorned, the stream was clear, there were not many rooms in the garden, but they were all very exquisite. Song Qingshu could not help but sigh, "There is such an elegant place in the north, Junzhu is really an elegant person."
"Actually, this place is only so-so." Zhao Min acted as if she was just narrating an ordinary thing.
When Song Qingshu thought about how she could build a Green Willow Heights in the desert, he felt that this manor in front of him was not a big deal.
Zhao Min led Song Qingshu to settle down in the garden, and then she took him to the study, where a servant had already served tea. The tea was the top-grade Longjing tea from Jiangnan. Song Qingshu could not help but sigh that these top nobles really knew how to enjoy themselves. Zhao Min might not even come here once a year, but all the things prepared were of the best quality. How extravagant.
As for the servants, Song Qingshu did not treat them as ordinary servants. To be chosen as the servants of the secret stronghold in Shangjing, they must be the top secret agents of Mongolia.
Song Qingshu quietly felt the rhythm of these people's breathing, and sure enough, their martial arts were not weak.
After dismissing the servants, Zhao Min then said, "Other than knowing that Murong Jingyue is in Shangjing, do you have any other information?"
Song Qingshu knew that this was what she was most concerned about, and for a moment, he put away his cynical expression. "According to the information I received, he should be disguised as a Khitan official, but I don't know who he is."
"A great recluse hides in the imperial court. No wonder I couldn't find any news about him even after I used all the information network in the Ruyang Mansion. So he is hiding in Liao." Zhao Min said indignantly. She had previously found three possible places, but unfortunately, they were all proved to be fake. Now that she thought about it, he was hiding in the imperial court of Khitan, the ally of Mongolia. It really was the saying, "It's dark under the lamp."
"But although Khitan has declined, there are at least 800 to 1,000 officials in Shangjing. It's easier said than done to find Murong Jingyue." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly.
"As long as we know he is here, we will be able to find him." Zhao Min said confidently. Over the past year, she had been tortured by Murong Jingyue's poison and had been searching for his whereabouts. She had long been suppressing a ball of evil fire in her heart.
Next, Zhao Min gathered the people in charge here and prepared all kinds of information about Shangjing. As she analyzed them, she asked them about the confidence of some of the officials and nobles in Shangjing. On the other hand, Song Qingshu was a little idle at the side.
"I'll go outside to investigate and see if I can find anything," Song Qingshu couldn't help but say.
Zhao Min frowned. She didn't think that Song Qingshu would be able to find anything in such a short time. However, seeing that he wouldn't be of much help here, and this was, after all, a secret Mongolian intelligence base, it would be inconvenient for him to stay here. Thus, she agreed.
Song Qingshu came out of the garden and wandered around Shangjing for a while. Other than understanding the local customs and practices, he really didn't find anything.
"Have you guys heard that Princess Cheng 'an is going to marry the Crown Prince of Western Xia soon!" As he passed by a tavern, the conversation of a few Khitan people instantly attracted Song Qingshu's attention.
"Princess Cheng 'an is skilled in martial arts and is as beautiful as a fairy. That Western Xia brat is really lucky," one of them said indignantly.
Another Khitan person sighed, "Our Great Liao is no longer what it used to be. I can't believe we have to ask Western Xia, a former vassal state."
"Western Xia is a fence-sitter. They used to be submissive to our Great Liao, but when the Jin Kingdom came, they immediately switched sides. Wouldn't we suffer a double loss by marrying Princess Cheng 'an to such a treacherous and two-faced country?"
"That Western Xia guy married Princess Cheng 'an. If he doesn't fulfill his promise, I'll fight my way to Lingzhou City even if I have to risk my life."
"Tch, if you have the ability to do that, why don't you ask the Emperor to grant the princess to you!"
…
As he listened to their discussion, Song Qingshu recalled Yelu Nanxian's determination when she left. He thought about the despair in her voice at the city gate just now. For a moment, his heart was in turmoil, and he couldn't hold it in any longer. He asked for directions to the Wei Palace and hurried there.
The Wei Palace occupied a large mansion in the Shangjing City, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. Yelu Yixin's influence in Liao was evident. Although the Wei Palace was heavily guarded, with Song Qingshu's current level of martial arts, he could come and go as he pleased in the imperial palace. It was not difficult for him to sneak into the mansion under the cover of the night.
Over the years, Song Qingshu had become an expert in the layout of buildings. He could roughly guess the location of the wife's residence after a quick glance. He searched along the way and finally found Yelu Nanxian's room.
"Huh? Why are there guards at the door?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the guards at the door. Normally, the inner and outer residences of an official's mansion were separated. The inner residence was where the women lived, and the guards were not allowed to enter.
"Could it be that something happened?" Song QingShu couldn't bear it any longer. He pushed his Qing Gong to the extreme and directly flew into the courtyard from midair. These imperial guards didn't expect that someone could fly over their heads without making a sound. They didn't even know what happened.
After entering the courtyard, he saw Yelu Nanxian sitting on the window in a daze, staring at the bright moon in the sky. The cold night wind blew her clothes, making her look as if she would jump down at any time. Song Qingshu panicked and hurriedly flew over and threw her into the room through the window.
Yelu Nanxian was also shocked by the sudden attack. She instinctively waved her hand and began to fight back. Her martial arts were among the best among the younger generation in Liao. Unless she encountered some famous masters in Jianghu, she wouldn't have to worry about protecting herself.
Unfortunately, as soon as she raised her hand, she found herself being restrained by the opponent. Just as she was about to cry for help, she suddenly recognized the opponent and was startled. "Qingshu?"
Song Qingshu hurriedly said, "Even if you can't think straight, don't jump off a building. I'm here, I won't let you marry the Western Xia Crown Prince."
Yelu Nanxian had a strange look on her face, "You think I want to jump off a building?"
"Isn't that so?" Song Qingshu also gradually realized that he might have made a mistake.
"Why would I want to jump off a building?" Yelu Nanxian pushed him away and said calmly.
"Uh, you were forced to marry the Western Xia Crown Prince, and you couldn't resist, so you couldn't think straight …" Song Qingshu's voice became less and less confident.
Yelu Nanxian looked at him and answered, "I did it willingly."
"Ah?" Song Qingshu immediately swallowed back the words he was about to say.
He quickly reacted and said angrily, "No, I can't let you marry another man."
"You're really overbearing," Yelu Nanxian frowned, "I still haven't settled the score with you for bullying me last time, and you're still trying to arrange things for me."
Song Qingshu held his breath, thinking of what happened last time in Yangzhou, he couldn't help but awkwardly say, "I'm sorry about what happened last time, but it was really an accident …"
Yelu Nanxian interrupted him, "It doesn't matter if it was an accident or on purpose, it's already happened anyway, there's no point in talking about it."
"That's true," Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, "Sister Nanxian, don't worry, I'll take responsibility."
Yelu Nanxian blushed and spat, "Who wants you to take responsibility!"
"That night …" Song Qingshu had just opened his mouth when Yelu Nanxian interrupted him, "We women of the prairie don't have as many rules as you Han women, what happened that night is what happened, I don't need you to take responsibility, don't think that I'll treat you like a Han woman … I'll treat myself as your woman."
"Of course not." Song Qingshu said seriously, he was a person from the future, how could he think that just because two people had sex, they must be together? In the future, one-night stands and dating were not too common.
"Alright, you can go now." Yelu Nanxian stood by the window, the moonlight shone on her face like a layer of tranquil light, "After all, I'm about to become the Western Xia Crown Prince's wife, I can't let others gossip about me."
Seeing her calm eyes, Song Qingshu couldn't help but become angry, "Have you seen that Western Xia Crown Prince?"
"No." Yelu Nanxian shook her head.
"You haven't even seen him, why must you marry him?" Song Qingshu said angrily.
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