Song Qingshu clicked his tongue in amazement. These people really were vicious enough. "But what if this starts a war between the Mongol Empire and Great Song?"
"Rest assured, Young Master," the leader replied. "This matter will be carried out without anyone noticing. We have already made arrangements in advance, and every clue points to the Jin Dynasty. Even if Prince Ruyang's Mansion sends people to investigate, they will only wage war against the Jin Dynasty. It will be perfect for letting them tear each other apart."
Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. Great Song's officials might have been useless at fighting wars, but they were first-rate at schemes and conspiracies. Jia Sidao and Wan Qixie were clearly political enemies, yet they had somehow come up with the same idea. The only difference was that one wanted to provoke a war between the Mongol Empire and the Jin Dynasty, while the other wanted to provoke one between the Mongol Empire and Great Song.
Zhao Min, who was not far away, heard their conversation perfectly clearly. Furious and alarmed, she could not help viciously cursing the Xuanming Elders. "It's all you two's fault for ruining everything. Now even our last hope is gone."
Lu Zhangke glanced at the similarly captured Zhou Zhiruo and Lan Fenghuang and chuckled. "Since we're doomed anyway, wouldn't it be better to have a few beauties accompany us on the road to the underworld rather than go alone?" Zhao Min's lingering authority still intimidated him. Even in their present predicament, he did not dare set his sights on her, so the women he mentioned were only Zhou Zhiruo and Lan Fenghuang.
Song Qingshu happened to hear Lu Zhangke's words and could not help laughing. "Who said they would accompany you on the road to the underworld?" As he spoke,