The Shadow Assassin outside seemed to sense something. He suddenly felt a little empty in his heart, as if he had lost something important. He subconsciously touched his body. As an Assassin, he usually carried very few things on him, so how could he have lost something?
"Strange, why do I feel like this?" He turned to look at the sedan chair that was moving up and down from being carried and couldn't help asking, "Princess?"
"Hm? Hm … what … is it? "After a while, Hai Wanshen's voice came out.
"It's nothing." After confirming that the other was safe, the Shadow Assassin finally relaxed. He also noticed that the other's voice was sweeter than usual. Could it be that all these years of being at her beck and call had finally moved her?
Just like this, he escorted the sedan chair all the way back to Prince Gui You's residence. A voice came from the sedan chair, telling him not to follow and ordering the sedan chair bearers to carry the sedan chair directly to her courtyard.
Hai Wanshen had always been lazy and didn't like to walk. This had happened before, so no one would suspect it.
Although the Shadow Assassin was somewhat reluctant, he didn't refuse. He was worried that he would upset the woman of his dreams, so he never disobeyed any of her requests.
After the sedan chair was put down in her courtyard and everyone left, Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing. "I've seen this Shadow Assassin's assassination skills. He's quite a character, but he was played like a hoodlum by your hands."
"Who is a hoodlum?" Hai Wanshen somewhat lazily put her arms around his neck, her cheeks bright red. It was clear that the experience just now had made her heart beat faster and she couldn't control herself.
"You don't know him, a tragic person." Song Qingshu carried her down the sedan chair and looked around. "This is your residence? It feels like it has good taste. "
"Don't worry, I've already had the nearby guards withdraw. There's no one else here right now." Hai Wanshen couldn't help shivering as the cold wind blew. "Quickly carry me in, it's a bit cold outside."
Her voice seemed to come out of honey, so sweet that it made one's heart flutter. After all, there were a lot of people in the sedan just now, so he really couldn't let go. Now that he heard her invitation, Song Qingshu's heart suddenly burned. He carried her into her bedroom in a few steps.
But as soon as he entered the bedroom, he was surprised because he noticed an incense burner table with a memorial tablet on it. There was a row of golden characters written in Mongolian. He had stayed in Mongolia for a long time and had learned some Mongolian. He could vaguely recognize the characters written on the tablet. He didn't know much about the other characters, but after thinking about it for a while, it should be Gui You and some of his posthumous titles.
"You believe in this too?" Song Qingshu was surprised. He had assumed that the people here believed in the Celestial Longevity Plane. Unexpectedly, they would also worship memorial tablets like the Central Plains.
"Ah?" Hai Wanli turned around and her face paled. She hurriedly ran over to put the tablet away, clearly embarrassed by this scene.
Song Qingshu walked over and hugged her. He smiled and said, "Why should I? I don't mind."
Hai Wanli rolled her eyes. But I do mind.
Song Qingshu seemed to have guessed what she was thinking and comforted her, "You have been very good to him all these years. You wandered among the wolves but kept your chastity like jade." Then he said to the tablet, "Brother Gui You, I can testify to this. She was just like a virgin just now."
Hai Wanli was ashamed and angry, "Do you have to humiliate me like this? Get out of here! "
Song Qingshu was stunned, "Why is the princess reacting so strongly? Isn't it the custom here that after the husband dies, the wife can remarry at will? Father is the son, brother is the younger brother, it is not a big deal. What's more, you did all this just to help him take revenge and take back what should be his. Did you do anything wrong to him? "
Hai Wanli was stunned. What he said made sense. She couldn't think of any reason to refute.
Song QingShu pulled her back into his embrace and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I'll definitely help you fulfill your wish." The two of them had the same goal to a large extent, so he didn't mind helping her along the way.
Hai Wanli bit her lip, her eyes somewhat seductive, "But why do I feel like you are just finding excuses for yourself?" Although she said this, she didn't try to push him away.
Song Qingshu laughed, "But I can see that the princess's eyes are also a bit eager."
Hai Wanli's face turned red, but she quickly recovered. She had never been a pure person anyway, so it didn't seem like a big deal. Just thinking about it made her heart beat faster …
On the other side of the palace, Temujin looked at the tall man in front of him with a surprised expression, "Even the Devil Sect couldn't catch him?"
Meng Chihang was also a bit depressed, "That person's qinggong is too good, and the terrain of the palace is also very complicated. In just a few breaths, he disappeared without a trace." He, a great Grandmaster, had to chase after a little assassin and let him escape. It was really embarrassing.
"Qinggong is good enough to escape your pursuit," Temujin thought for a moment, "Could it be that Song Qingshu has entered the palace?"
"That Song Qingshu who fought against the three of you?" Meng Chihang was also interested.
Temujin snorted coldly, "Now that I think about it, it must have been the Tongtian Shaman who went easy on us. Otherwise, how could he have escaped from the three of us?"
"It can't be him, I heard you say that he was seriously injured in that battle. How could he have recovered so quickly?" Meng Chihang was puzzled, "That person's qinggong just now didn't look like he was seriously injured."
"It really is a bit unbelievable," Temujin was also a bit uncertain, "Send someone to check the chambers of the concubines in the harem, lest he is hiding in there."
"Okay, I will send someone to inform them." Meng Chihang's expression was a bit strange, thinking to himself, You are always occupying other people's wives and daughters, and yet you are so sensitive in this area, afraid of being accused of something.
"Report, the Imperial Preceptor requests an audience," a servant came to report.
"Let him in," Temujin replied. Beside him, Meng Chihang disappeared into the shadows, obviously not willing to let others know of his existence.
"Greetings, Great Khan!" Ba Siba came in and bowed. The dried corpse of Hua Jieyu on the table had already been taken care of, so naturally it could not be seen now.
"How is the capture of the henchmen of the Tongtian Shaman?" Temujin asked.
Ba Siba replied, "Many of his henchmen have surrendered after learning of his death, except for a few who stubbornly resisted, but were killed on the spot by me and the people of the Shuiyue Clan."
Temujin grunted, thinking that he originally thought that the Shuiyue Clan was not reliable, but now it seemed that they were doing quite well.
Ba Siba then spread out an account book and reported some of the specific details of the operation to him. After a long time, Temujin said, "Imperial Preceptor, recently we have killed Elder Wu Sun and the Tongtian Shaman. I am afraid that the people of the shaman religion have become restless. Add to that the deaths of many important officials one after another. Although they have not shown it, I can already feel that there are many treacherous waves hidden beneath the calm surface of Helin City. Once it erupts, the consequences will be unimaginable. Does the Imperial Preceptor have any solutions?"
Ba Siba pondered for a moment, then said, "In my opinion, it is better to send out troops and use external wars to divert internal conflicts." He was very knowledgeable and could be said to have learned many things. He was keenly aware that with the Mongolian military-state system, once the pace of conquest was stopped, all kinds of internal conflicts would become prominent and intensified.
Temujin was overjoyed. "I was thinking the same thing. Where does the Imperial Preceptor think the best place to send troops?"
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