Han Tuozhou's expression changed, but he was a man of deep cunning after all. He remained calm as he said, "I don't understand what you mean."
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "Since Prime Minister Han says he doesn't understand, then I might as well make myself clearer."
Without waiting for Han Tuozhou to respond, he continued, "Prime Minister Han's journey was highly confidential, yet you encountered several assassination attempts along the way. In the end, it was only because Linghu... Wu Tiande happened to pass by that you were saved. I imagine Prime Minister Han knows perfectly well who was behind those assassins."
Song Qingshu had learned most of what their group had experienced on the road from Cheng Yaojia and Lu Guanying, so he immediately struck Han Tuozhou's weak point.
"Perhaps they were merely some blind Jianghu thugs trying to rob us," Han Tuozhou replied. Though he had roughly formed a suspicion in his heart, he was still unwilling to reveal his true thoughts so easily before an outsider.
"Is that so?" Song Qingshu smiled noncommittally. "Not long ago, Prime Minister Han accidentally fell into the hands of Prince Ruyang's Mansion. You should know that the White Lotus Society attacked Yuqing Temple, shouldn't you?"
"I know," Han Tuozhou answered expressionlessly.
"As far as I know, the White Lotus Society has never been on good terms with Prime Minister Han. They could hardly have launched such a large-scale assault to rescue you, could they?" Song Qingshu deliberately sighed. "Speaking of which, Prince Ruyang's Mansion really suffered an undeserved disaster. They ended up fighting the White Lotus Society for no reason at all. Though they drove them back, they suffered severe losses as well. Otherwise, they would not have been left in such a sorry state by the Mount Song Sect this