At the instant Bei Qing Si heard those two words—Zhong Shan—she felt as if she had been struck by a bolt from a clear sky. Her feet seemed to take root, and she froze in place.
Zhong Shan? Zhong Shan?
For a moment, her already-dried tear ducts grew moist once more.
"Young Palace Master, why aren't you leaving? Is that the Zhong Shan you mentioned?" Xiao Mei asked, tugging at Bei Qing Si.
Bei Qing Si bit her lip, her emotions terribly tangled. For a moment, she actually felt afraid to face Zhong Shan.
"Young Palace Master, they've started fighting outside. That Zhong Shan said he was going to bathe the Ice God Palace in blood, Young Palace Master!" Xiao Ling cried out at once.
Bathe the Ice God Palace in blood? Bei Qing Si immediately showed a trace of panic.
Yet at this moment, Bei Qing Si still did not dare face Zhong Shan. Her emotions were tangled to the extreme. She stared at the palace-hall doors, unable to take even one step.
Seeing Bei Qing Si's expression, Xiao Mei also showed a trace of sorrow. "Young Palace Master, you're the kindest person in the Ice God Palace. Why did they choose you? Why wasn't it the Palace Master herself?"
"Xiao Mei!" Xiao Ling immediately cut her off.
The two maids were clearly extremely close to Bei Qing Si. Ever since they learned that Bei Qing Si was the sacrifice, the two of them had spent a long time weeping. In the years before, if not for Bei Qing Si, they would have long since been sent to a few turtles of the Black Tortoise Clan. Although the Ice God Palace Master's authority was imposing, if they had to choose between the Palace Master and Bei Qing Si, they