"Compared to Murong Fu, I should really be more grateful to Wang Yuyan." Thinking of his hardships back then, Song Qingshu could not help sighing. If Wang Yuyan had not been so familiar with the martial arts of the world and guided him, he might have died in some obscure corner long ago.
And Bing Xue'er—back then, she had protected and cared for him all the way... There had been no news of her for a long time. He wondered where she was now...
As for Murong Fu's favor, he had repaid it long ago, and had even helped him several times afterward. If any conflict arose again, Song Qingshu did not intend to be softhearted.
At that moment, a wave of startled cries suddenly rose from the crowd. Song Qingshu looked up and saw that Wu Tiande had also arrived. Perhaps Han Tuozhou had sent someone to notify him beforehand. Though he still looked heroic and imposing on the surface, anyone with a discerning eye could see his pale complexion and lifeless gaze.
"Strong on the outside, weak on the inside." Sure enough, both Jia Sidao and Murong Fu wore matching sneers.
The other officials were also discussing the matter heatedly, debating who would emerge victorious in today's Contest for Command. Some supported Wu Tiande, while quite a few supported Murong Fu. Everyone had their own arguments, but unfortunately, they could only speculate based on superficial information.
Before long, the group arrived at Zichen Hall. The civil and military officials stood in order according to rank. Song Qingshu's status was special, and now that he held the title of King of Qi, he naturally stood at the very front.
Besides Prince Yi, whom he had met at the banquet that day, there was another prince beside him—the current Crown