Zhang Hongfan still wanted to struggle, but Song Qingshu's accompanying guards had already stepped forward and placed blades against his neck. He immediately fell silent.
"Who are you people? Nobody move!" By then, that squad of Qing troops had already rushed up. The lieutenant at their head drew his saber and shouted at the people on the second floor. Whether it was the Mount Hua Sect, Murong Fu, or Mu Gaofeng, seeing how numerous they were and knowing this was Qing territory, they hesitated and did not act rashly.
Of course, they were even more wary of Song Qingshu. They feared accidentally provoking such a troublesome opponent.
Song Qingshu, meanwhile, could not be bothered with them. He signaled for his accompanying guards to deal with the lieutenant, then returned directly to his seat.
The lieutenant, seeing Song Qingshu ignore him, was just about to fly into a rage when he suddenly noticed what the other man's guard had handed him. His attitude immediately took a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. He ran over with a fawning smile. "This servant had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. I did not know you were here. If I have offended you in any way, I beg Your Excellency's forgiveness. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Although Song Qingshu was not an official of the Qing Empire, the Jin Dynasty and Qing Empire had always been brother states. Moreover, Suo'etu had become sworn brothers with him. During this time, who in Yangzhou's official circles did not know that such a distinguished figure had arrived from the Jin Dynasty? Even Governors and Provincial Administration Commissioners scrambled to curry favor with him, much less a mere lieutenant.
Song Qingshu could not be bothered to waste words with him. Pointing directly at Yue Buqun and his group,