"If I were in your shoes, I'd probably make the same choice." Thinking back to what Song QingShu had said, Wang Yuyan finally understood. She couldn't help but look at him in surprise.
Song Qingshu continued, "Prince Murong may be a genius in both the pen and the sword, but there are many heroes in the world. To be honest, his abilities are not even on the list. If he wants to revive the Yan Kingdom, it can only be said that he has great ambitions but little talent."
Wang Yuyan opened her mouth, wanting to retort. But after some thought, she realized that what he said was not unreasonable. The chances of her cousin succeeding in reviving the Yan Kingdom were really slim …
"Actually, if that's the only reason, it's fine for Miss Wang to follow Prince Murong. The two of them work hard, and it deepens their relationship. But I see that in order to restore his country, Murong Gongzi has already entered a demonic barrier. In his heart, nothing is more important than restoring his country. In the future, if someone offers to help him restore his country, but in exchange for Miss Wang, do you think Murong Gongzi will abandon you? "Song QingShu looked at her meaningfully.
Hearing the word 'husband and wife', Wang Yuyan felt a trace of sweetness in her heart. She had a bashful expression on her face, but as she listened to the latter part, her face became deathly pale. With her understanding of Murong Fu, it was very easy for her to guess the terrifying ending.
"No, he wouldn't. Cousin wouldn't do that to me." Wang Yuyan shook her head in a daze as she muttered to herself.
"If you were really so confident, you would have just laughed at what I said, and not emphasized it so deliberately." Song Qingshu sighed softly.
Song Qingshu continued, "Duan Yu is deeply in love with you. He will definitely treat you better than Murong Fu. Moreover, he is the Crown Prince of Dali. Now that Emperor Baoding of Dali has no sons, the throne will fall to Duan Yu sooner or later. At that time, you will definitely become the Empress. Compared to Murong Fu, that illusory Empress of the Yan Kingdom, you are far superior. Moreover, even if Murong Fu succeeds in reviving the Yan Kingdom, Miss Wang may not become the Empress. "
"Then do you want me to choose Young Master Duan?" Wang Yuyan suddenly asked.
"If it were a peaceful world, Duan Yu would be the best choice for you." Song QingShu shook his head slightly and changed the topic. "However, the countries are at war now. Dali is a small country on the border and is destined to be destroyed by other countries in the future. Miss Wang is well-read. You have seen Lady Hua Rui and Empress Zhou before you, and the many imperial concubines and princesses in the Shame of Jingkang. You must know what will happen to you."
Wang Yuyan was shocked, and could not help but worry for Duan Yu. "The Imperial Emperor of Dali 'Dynasty is Dali'." Duan Yu Wang, Dynasty, and Emperor Yu Yu wang. "The Emperor". "
Song QingShu replied, "Miss Wang, do you know that for so many years the Mongols have been attacking Xiangyang without success, and that the higher-ups have begun to plan a detour to Dali and attack the Song from behind?"
Wang Yuyan had heard about the brutality of the Mongolian army before, and her face could not help but turn pale. Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and she could not help but size up Song Qingshu suspiciously. "Based on what you said, you're telling me not to choose either of them. Are you telling me to choose you?"
Song QingShu smiled faintly. "A beauty's affections are heavy. I already have too many women's affections on my shoulders. I'm already too busy. How could I have any ideas about Miss Wang?"
Wang Yuyan finally relaxed, but she could not help but feel a little indignant. Although she had no concept of her own beauty, Duan Yu had been calling her fairy sister these days, and she was also a little proud of herself when the people of the jianghu saw her. Seeing that Song Qingshu did not care about her at all, she could not help but think, "Am I not attracted to you at all?"
Of course, the thought only flashed through her mind, and she quickly calmed down. "It's getting late, I have to go." Miss Wang, we'll meet again. "Song QingShu stood up, cupped his hands in farewell, and quickly flew out of the wall.
Wang Yuyan pursed her lips into a smile and waved at his back. "We'll meet again, my soulmate."
Although her voice was soft, Song Qingshu's eyes and ears were very sharp. When he heard the way she addressed him, he could not help but stagger and almost fall over the wall.
"Wang Yuyan looks gentle and quiet. She looks like a young lady from a respectable family. But, she's actually hiding a cold and sultry heart?" Song QingShu couldn't help but mutter to himself after he left the Golden Dragon Gang's territory.
Suddenly, the melodious sound of a zither came from afar. Song Qingshu could not help but be startled. "There is actually a woman playing the zither in the middle of the night in the wilderness? Could it be the female ghosts in Strange Stories? "
When asked why he did not think that the person playing the zither was a man, Song Qingshu thought, "Isn't this nonsense? If a man plays this kind of sad and sorrowful zither sound, he must be an idiot and a pervert."
Song Qingshu was bold and skilled. Relying on his superior martial arts, he quietly followed the sound.
In the pine forest, a beautiful girl was gently plucking the strings of the zither. The sound came from her jade-like fingers. Seeing her appearance clearly, Song Qingshu could not help but walk over.
A shadow flashed, and two acquaintances blocked his way. Song Qingshu faintly smiled. "Princess, you only brought these two people out. Aren't you afraid of encountering danger?"
The girl faintly smiled. "Although the Xuanming Elders' martial arts are not as good as yours, they are more than enough to deal with ordinary thieves. As for you, we have gone through thick and thin together. No matter what, we are friends. How can you harm us? "
"So this is how you treat your friends, Princess." Looking at the Xuanming Elders blocking his way with vigilance, Song Qingshu chuckled.
Zhao Min placed her hands on the strings of the zither and said to the Xuanming Elders, "Mr. Lu, Mr. Crane, you can go back first. I have something to say to Prince Song."
The Xuanming Elders immediately said anxiously, "Is it about your safety, Princess?"
Zhao Min pursed her lips and smiled. "With Prince Song protecting me, what are you worried about?"
"He is the one we are worried about!"
The Xuanming Elders complained in their hearts. They could not help but look at each other and began to communicate with their eyes.
"Junior Brother, do you believe that they are not having an affair?"
"I don't care if you believe it or not."
"Humph, this girl was in love with Zhang Wuji before. I didn't expect her to fall in love with someone else so quickly. Actors are heartless, and whores are heartless."
"Whores and dogs will last forever. Why do we care so much about them? Senior Brother, let's go back for a drink. "
"Okay."
…
Looking at the Xuanming Elders gradually disappearing in the distance, Song Qingshu said with a smile, "Your two subordinates are quite interesting. They kept winking at each other as if they could communicate with each other."
"These two old bastards, I don't even need to think to know that they are definitely scolding me." Zhao Min's face turned red when she was angry.
How could she not guess what the Xuanming Elders were thinking? But they did not say it, so Zhao Min could not lose her temper.
Song Qingshu approached her step by step. "I was just wondering if the person playing the zither in this place in the middle of the night was a demon or a female ghost. I was hesitating whether to come or not. I didn't expect it to be you, Princess."
Hearing him insinuating that she was a female ghost, Zhao Min's face darkened. "Since you are afraid of a demon or a female ghost, why did you come?"
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