Murong Fu did not answer him at all. His mind had long since gone blank. Thinking of how he had failed again and again over the years, how he had intended to seize this opportunity to turn things around completely only to suffer another crushing defeat, he could already imagine that after today, everyone would know that Gusu Murong Fu was nothing more than a general who always lost. Southern Murong would become a laughingstock in the martial world, and the great cause of restoring his kingdom would be nothing but a fool's dream...
Seeing Murong Fu's devastated expression, Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. This world was ruled by the victors and the defeated. Murong Fu was clearly one of the foremost experts in the martial world, and his aptitude for martial arts was excellent as well. Yet every opponent he encountered was an extraordinary genius. All one could do was lament the tricks fate played.
Next, Zhao Gou announced the appointment of Cheng Song as Grand Academician of the Hall of Political Affairs, Prefect of Chengdu Prefecture, and Pacification Commissioner of Sichuan. Wu Tiande was appointed Commander of Xingzhou Garrison, as well as Prefect of Xingzhou and Pacification Commissioner of Lizhou West Circuit. A series of other Sichuan officials were appointed afterward...
That evening, a banquet was held in the imperial palace to entertain the newly appointed Sichuan officials. It was clearly meant in part as encouragement and a show of imperial favor.
Since it was still early, the civil and military officials gradually began leaving the palace. Song Qingshu headed toward the palace gates with several attendants, including Huang Rong, wondering what he would do if the guards noticed anything unusual later. He might have no choice but to use Soul Transfer again.
Just then, a cool voice called