"Why?" Song Qingshu asked, puzzled.
"Since the Shen family has been destroyed, where can she go if you save her?" Zhao Min asked, "What's more, I saw a faint desire to die in her eyes just now. The reason why she was at Yelu Yixin's mercy was that she was threatened by her parents and family. That's why she didn't resist. After you rescued her, she found that the Shen family was gone. Do you think she would commit suicide?"
"That's true." Song Qingshu nodded. "But it's dangerous to let a girl like her go to the Trapped Devil's Den."
"Are you trying to say that she's such a devastatingly beautiful girl?" Zhao Min said with a faint smile, "Don't worry. If it was under other circumstances, she might really lose her chastity. But since Yelu Yixin plans to present her to His Majesty in the future, he will not let anyone harm her before that. Otherwise, all his efforts will be in vain."
Seeing that Song Qingshu was still hesitating, Zhao Min continued, "Don't forget the purpose of your trip. Although Yelu Yixin is a treacherous official, as long as his plan succeeds, Liao will be in chaos. At that time, the pressure on the Jin Kingdom will be easily solved. Maybe you can take the opportunity to recruit people like Yelu Qi for your own use. Why not?"
After all, Song Qingshu was no longer the reckless and impulsive teenager. He realized that if he saved Shen Bijun now, he would alert the enemy and Yelu Yixin's plan would be postponed indefinitely. In that case, Liao would not be in chaos and would naturally send troops to the south …
"Your Highness is right. For the time being, let's wait and see." Song Qingshu said in a low voice.
Zhao Min pursed her lips and smiled faintly. "Sitting and watching doesn't mean that we can't do anything. Didn't I mention to you before that another suspect is Xiao Eleventh Lang? This person's background is unknown and his identity is mysterious. You should take the opportunity to test him and see what secrets he has. "
Song Qingshu said hesitantly, "Just now I saw that Xiao Shiyi Lang has the air of a Yanzhao poet who sings a sad and tragic song. Such a character really does not resemble Murong Jingyue's despicable character."
Zhao Min was also a little worried. "I don't think so either, but you can't judge a book by its cover. Maybe Murong Jingyue is pretending to be like this. It's better to investigate. I think that Xiao Eleven Lang's kung fu is quite high. If I go with you, I'll only hold you back. I won't accompany you. I'll go back first and see if there are any other clues. "
"Alright, be careful on the road," Song Qingshu reminded.
Zhao Min smiled sweetly, "Don't worry, I have many ways to save my life. Besides, don't I still have the Traceless Sand Treading that you taught me? Escaping is not a problem."
Song Qingshu knew that she was resourceful and had no need to worry. After saying goodbye to her with a smile, he chased after Xiao Eleven Lang.
On the way, Song Qingshu couldn't help but think to himself, "Although the chaos in Liao is very beneficial to me, it's not beneficial to Mongolia at all. Zhao Min is so smart. Didn't she think of this?"
Thinking of the woman in the original work who gave up everything for love, Song Qingshu was both surprised and delighted. "Could it be that she has already unknowingly valued me so much …"
Even though Xiao Eleven Lang had a head start, Song Qingshu's lightness skill gave chase with all his might. It didn't take long for him to catch up with their convoy. Yelu Yixin was nowhere to be found at this time. Only Xiao Eleven Lang was left driving the carriage and escorting Shen Bijun.
Song Qingshu wasn't in a hurry to go over. After all, Shen Bijun was with him now. If he made a move now and the news reached Yelu Yixin's ears, he would know that the plot just now had been exposed. This wasn't what Song Qingshu wanted to see.
"Ah!" Suddenly, Shen Bijun's terrified scream came from the carriage. Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, and he instinctively wanted to rush over.
But Xiao Eleven Lang was closer by this time. In an instant, he turned around and lifted the curtain to see what was happening inside. At this moment, a cold light flashed in the night sky. Shen Bijun, who was hiding behind the carriage door, stabbed down with her jade hairpin.
It was fast and urgent. Coupled with the fact that it happened so suddenly, an ordinary person would probably have fallen for it. But Xiao Eleven Lang was someone who often rolled on the edge of life and death, so how could he be tricked by a little girl like her? In an instant, he grabbed her wrist and instinctively swatted at her with his other hand.
"Why is it you!" At this time, Xiao Eleven Lang finally saw Shen Bijun's appearance clearly. He hurriedly moved his palm to the side by a foot, instantly shattering a large hole in the wall of the carriage.
"Just kill me!" Shen Bijun raised her head and stared at him rather stubbornly.
"You've been very cooperative all this time. So you were looking for an opportunity to escape." Xiao Eleven Lang let go of her hand and smiled bitterly. Usually, she had many guards by her side, so she didn't have a chance to escape even if she wanted to. Now that it was the dead of night and there was only Xiao Eleven Lang, she could successfully escape if she killed him. It was a pity that her long-planned attack had failed.
"Hmph!" Shen Bijun turned her face away and ignored him.
Xiao Eleven Lang frowned and suddenly said, "It's one thing for you to attack me, but you mustn't take any risks with other people. They don't have my good temper."
Hearing his words, Shen Bijun turned her head to look at him in surprise, as if she couldn't figure out why he would say such a thing.
Hiding in the shadows, Song Qingshu watched all of this with a half-smile. It looked like it was just like in the original work. Xiao Eleven Lang had unwittingly fallen in love with Shen Bijun. Thinking about it, it made sense. It was very difficult for a man to not fall for such an otherworldly, fairy-like woman.
Next, Xiao Eleven Lang brought Shen Bijun to a secret residence. Song Qingshu noticed that although the outside looked calm, there were many hidden sentries inside. Danger lurked everywhere. It looked like this was where Shen Bijun was usually imprisoned.
Song Qingshu only remembered this place and had no intention of going in. He didn't want to alert the enemy when the time came.
After about the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Xiao Eleven Lang came out as expected. Song Qingshu nodded to himself. "Yelu Yixin wants to offer Shen Bijun to His Majesty. He definitely won't allow a man to stay the night at her place."
He quietly followed behind Xiao Eleven Lang. He could see that he was a little dazed at the moment. If he made a move at this time, it would probably be very easy for him to succeed.
"Everyone says that beautiful women are the source of trouble. Although there are suspicions that women are the scapegoats, there is some truth to this. Since ancient times, it has always been heroes who have a weakness for the charms of a beautiful woman." Song Qingshu easily guessed that Xiao Eleven Lang was definitely troubled by Shen Bijun's matter. On one hand, it was the woman he loved, and on the other hand, it was his lord who had treated him with great kindness. How should he choose? Was he really going to watch the woman he loved marry another man?
In a short period of time, Song Qingshu's mind was filled with a melodramatic drama about sin, debt, and ethics. Just as he was rejoicing in other people's misfortune, he suddenly thought of Yelu Nanxian's engagement and could no longer smile.
Following that, the two gloomy men walked in silence, one in front of the other. Seeing that they were about to reach the Imperial Palace, Song Qingshu suddenly realized that Xiao Eleven Lang was the assistant inspector of the Imperial Palace. Right now, he was most likely heading to the Imperial Palace for his shift. If he didn't make a move now, it would be too late.
So, his figure flashed and he went to grab him. Although Xiao Eleven Lang was a little dazed because of Shen Bijun's matter, he was still a top-notch expert. Sensing that something was wrong, he rolled to the ground and at the same time, pulled out the curved knife at his waist and swung it behind him.
A snow-white flash of the knife instantly slashed behind him in a sweeping manner.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. This move was both defensive and offensive, and it was perfectly integrated. As expected of the super expert who became one with the knife in the original work.
However, with Song Qingshu's current cultivation, and the fact that he had the advantage of launching a sneak attack, how could he be injured by this stunning knife? Actually, if he wanted to, he could subdue Xiao Eleven Lang in a few moves. However, firstly, he wanted to test out the other's martial arts, and secondly, he didn't want to expose his identity.
After all, with Xiao Eleven Lang's top-notch martial arts, there were not many people in the world who had the ability to subdue him in a few moves. Then, after getting rid of some older seniors, his identity was on the verge of being revealed. He didn't want to alert the enemy and alert Murong Jingyue who was hiding in the dark.
The two of them exchanged dozens of moves. Song QingShu secretly frowned. Xiao Shiyi Lang's martial arts style was unique, and most of his attainments were in saber techniques. He had fought with Murong Jingyue before, so he knew that Murong Jingyue's martial arts were extensive but somewhat messy. Right now, Xiao Shiyi Lang was focused and refined, so it was obvious that they were not of the same style.
Still somewhat unwilling to give up, Song Qingshu finally used a killing move to pull at his face just in case. Xiao Eleven Lang was shocked, and the curved knife in his hand gave off an astonishing light. Even if he were to splash water on it now, it wouldn't miss a single drop. Unfortunately, it still couldn't stop the other's hand.
Song Qingshu's hand was like a visitor from the heavens, ignoring his defense and grabbing at his face.
"Huh?" With such direct contact with his face, Song Qingshu could naturally tell that he wasn't wearing anything like a human skin mask. It seemed that he was indeed not Murong Jingyue.
Xiao Eleven Lang had thought that he was dead for sure when the other party grabbed his face directly. After all, an expert of this level could easily crush a rock with a casual grab, and his head couldn't be harder than a rock.
He had closed his eyes and waited for his death, but after a long time, there was no movement at all. When he opened his eyes, that person had already disappeared. Xiao Eleven Lang couldn't help but be alarmed. If it weren't for the fact that his somewhat tattered clothes proved that there had been a fierce battle just now, he would have thought that he had run into a ghost.
He went straight back to Zhao Min's residence. Zhao Min was in the study, deep in thought. When she saw him return, she hurriedly asked, "How was it?"
Song Qingshu shook his head. "It wasn't Murong Jingyue."
Zhao Min revealed an expression that said she had expected it, but she still couldn't hide her disappointment. "It seems that all our leads have been cut off. I've gone through these names again, but I didn't see any new suspicious characters."
Song Qingshu hurriedly comforted her. "Murong Jingyue is treacherous and cunning. If he could be found so easily, he wouldn't have been able to hide in Liao for so long without attracting attention. Don't worry, since we're in Shangjing now, the fox will show his tail."
"I hope so." A deep worry emerged in Zhao Min's eyes. After all, she shuddered at the thought that there was a worm lurking in her head.
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