Song Qingshu paused, then could not help laughing. "You're quite confident, miss."
Princess Yinchuan replied blandly, "How else could I command the First Rank Hall without confidence?"
Song Qingshu asked doubtfully, "But you are clearly no match for me."
Princess Yinchuan smiled faintly. "That is why we need to change the method of our contest. You are a great hero renowned throughout the land. Surely you would not stoop to bullying an unknown little girl like me?"
"An unknown little girl?" Song Qingshu pointed at the Imperial City Department agents sprawled all over the ground. "I doubt they see it that way."
"They are they, and you are you. Put together, they are not worth one of your fingers. Before them, perhaps I am still a demoness, but before you, I am merely an ordinary little girl. There is no contradiction in that." Princess Yinchuan spoke softly.
Song Qingshu nodded. "Although I know you are deliberately flattering me, I have always been one to cherish women. Go on, how shall we compete? As long as it is not too outrageous, I can consider it."
The Southern Song was currently preparing a northern expedition, and the Jin Dynasty would bear the brunt of it. If the Southern Song sent another army from Sichuan to attack the Jin Dynasty from both sides, it would truly leave them scrambling. Letting the Western Xia Princess go and having her help contain Sichuan later would not be a bad thing.
"I have long heard that you are the Number One Under Heaven. In a proper contest, I would certainly be no match for you, so..." Princess Yinchuan drew a small porcelain bottle from her waist. "This is the antidote to the Sorrowful Crisp Breeze. I will place it here now..."
As she spoke, she slipped