"Submit?" Song Qingshu's eyes flickered. "I like that word you used."
Daiqisi blushed, and the charming allure in her eyes left Song Qingshu staring blankly. She really was a bewitching enchantress capable of toppling a nation. No wonder she had driven the Ming Cult mad back then, and even caused Fan Yao, the Right Emissary of Light, to fall into obsession for the rest of his life.
Daiqisi cleared her throat and gave a soft snort. "Don't deliberately change the subject. The reason I agreed to... be with you was to borrow your strength to help Xiao Zhao. If you cannot send troops soon, I will quietly choose to leave you."
"You're still poisoned by me. Even if you ran to the ends of the earth, I'd drag you back," Song Qingshu said domineeringly. But seeing Daiqisi's displeased expression, he hurriedly changed his tone. After all, controlling someone with poison was not a long-term solution; it would be better to win her loyalty.
"Don't worry. Once we deal with this crisis and forge the Jin Dynasty into a solid whole, I'll send troops against the Mongol Empire and ease the pressure on Xiao Zhao's side." Yet a shadow had fallen over Song Qingshu's heart. His original plan had always been to use the Persian Ming Cult to wear down the Mongol Empire's fighting strength and buy time for the Central Plains. With the Central Plains still unsettled, facing the Mongol army this early was hardly wise. But he could not tell Daiqisi any of that.
"I thank you on Xiao Zhao's behalf." Daiqisi dipped into a graceful curtsy.
Song Qingshu hurriedly helped her up. "We're family. Why be so formal? Besides, I can promise you that, even in the worst-case scenario, I can at least keep Xiao Zhao safe."
Hearing