Song Qingshu didn't stay in the tent for long before a guard came to report, "The Consort of the Shuiyue Clan wants to see you."
"See me? Why would she want to see me? " Song Qingshu was confused and couldn't help but worry. Could it be that Consort Chabi knew the Shuiyue Clan? If that happened, he would be in trouble.
The guard said impatiently, "We don't dare to guess what the Consort is thinking. Just hurry up and go."
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, then picked up the Shuiyue knife and followed the guard to Consort Chabi's tent.
"You can't bring weapons to see the Consort." The guard stopped him at the door.
Song Qingshu raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "My knife never leaves my body." Why did she want to remove his weapon? Was she planning to ambush the executioner?
But according to his senses, there was no ambush in the tent.
"Let him in." Consort Chabi's voice came from inside the tent.
The guard at the door didn't stop him. When Song Qingshu entered, he found that the guard from before didn't follow him in. There was no one else in the tent either. Xuliewu must have returned to his own tent.
Consort Chabi sat high up on a chair. Her small boots stepped on the animal skin beneath her feet, making her legs look even more slender.
Song Qingshu thought to himself, it's rare that she doesn't have O-shaped legs after riding for so long. But then he thought about it. Khubilai was one of the noblest princes in the Mongolian Empire. His Consort must be beautiful, not like a normal grassland woman.
Noticing his gaze, Consort Chabi felt uncomfortable and said angrily, "Why don't you kneel when you see me?" As she spoke, she took the whip from her waist and whipped it at his face.
Song Qingshu frowned and used his fingers to catch the tip of her whip, "I am a guest of the Khan. The Khan has given us special permission not to kneel."
Although he wasn't sure if the Khan had actually given such an order, he had seen the behavior of Master Shuiyue, Jinlun Fawang, and the others. Although they respected their masters, they were not servile in the slightest. It seemed that Temujin knew that these masters were proud and arrogant, so he purposely waived some of the rules. Moreover, even without this order, Temujin was not here. Would Princess Chabi still be able to go and verify it?
"Did the Great Khan give such an order?" Princess Cha Bi was also uncertain, but her tone still softened, "The next time I see you looking around with those thieving eyes of yours, I will punish you for offending this princess."
Song Qingshu smiled faintly and said: "Wang Fei is willing to use her reputation as a wager. Even if I am punished, it is not wrong."
Chabi consort's face darkened: "How dare you speak to me like that!"
Song QingShu replied: "Wang Fei is quite daring. She dares to be alone in a room with me and to be so aggressive."
Chabi was shocked and instinctively shrank back. Just as she was about to call for the guards outside, she immediately reacted: "I don't believe that you would really dare to be rude to me."
Seeing her proudly puffing out her chest, Song QingShu subconsciously wanted to tease her, but in the end, he dispelled this tempting idea. After all, teasing a handsome man would have a miraculous effect. Now that he was wearing the face of the Water Moon Great Sect, he was afraid that it would only thoroughly anger this woman.
Seeing that he no longer contradicted her, Consort Chabi finally smiled, "I knew it. You clearly abandoned Sixth Brother in Xingqing Prefecture and ran away, but now you come back shamelessly. You must have a strong desire for wealth and glory. How would you dare to offend me?"
Song QingShu sighed: "Did wang fei summon me here just to deliberately humiliate me?"
Consort Chabi did not answer and stared at the whip between his fingers: "Let go!"
Song Qingshu flicked his finger lightly and the long whip immediately curled back into a ball and hung back on her waist.
Consort Chabi raised an eyebrow, "Your martial arts are so good. I am very curious to know how good that Fu Cailin from Goryeo is. How could he scare you into running away?"
Song Qingshu said lightly, "If Wang Fei wants to know, you can ask Sixth Wangye."
Consort Chabi's eyes narrowed, "If a servant does not have the self-awareness of being a servant, it will be difficult for him to die a good death."
Feeling her arrogant attitude, Song Qingshu frowned, "If Wang Fei has no other instructions, I will leave first." Finishing, he turned to leave. He did not have the time to waste with this woman. In any case, Shuiyue Sect had always been eccentric, which suited his personality.
"Wait!" Seeing that he was about to leave, Chabi hurriedly stood up and called out.
Song Qingshu turned his head in confusion. Chabi's face was slightly red. He pretended to look out the window and said in a small voice, "You do not need to tell anyone that you touched me when you saved me. If I hear any rumors, I will immediately send someone to kill you!"
"Don't worry, I don't want to get into trouble," Song QingShu walked to the door and stopped, a trace of ridicule appearing at the corner of his mouth, "Very soft." Finishing, he left, leaving behind a stunned Cha Bi.
After a long time, Chabi finally reacted. He was both embarrassed and angry, "This damned Dong Ying Wo, I will kill you one day!"
Not long after Song Qingshu returned, Xu Lie Wu summoned him again. However, it was nothing more than some comforting and some rewards. He did not mind. Instead, he was happy that he had successfully infiltrated Xu Lie Wu's group and did not arouse anyone's suspicions.
It was already late that day. The Mongolians were resting in their tents. Of course, because of the previous attack, Xu Lie Wu and Chabi still arranged for a large number of spies to be on guard.
Song Qingshu naturally did not need to worry about such things. Shuiyue Sect had a high status in the Mongolian army. They had their own tents to stay in. He could rest in peace. The few days of non-stop travel had really tired him.
In the middle of the night, Song Qingshu, who was sleeping on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. He quickly dodged to the side. A pitch-black dagger was already stabbing towards the place he had been lying on.
Seeing him dodge, the opponent was not surprised. The dagger moved and slashed towards his lower abdomen.
Song Qingshu cursed in his heart. This move was too vicious. If he was hit, although it was a matter of a few inches, it was related to the happiness of a man for the rest of his life.
Instinctively, he stretched out his finger to touch the side of the dagger. Suddenly, he thought of something and pulled out the Water Moon Blade beside him. It was as if a bright moon had risen in the tent.
He had fought with Shuiyue Sect several times and was naturally familiar with their martial arts. In addition, he had learned the Divine Blade Slash of the Mandarin Duck Blade before. In terms of blade skills, he had considerable attainments. Thus, it was not difficult for him to imitate Shuiyue Sect's martial arts.
The assassin clearly did not expect him to pull out the Water Moon Blade in an instant. Compared to the dagger, the Water Moon Blade was much longer. If he really fought head on, he would obviously be at a great disadvantage.
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