"Princess Chengan?" The moment Song Qingshu heard that name, the fury in his chest vanished without a trace. He instinctively looked behind him and saw a group of finely dressed, spirited riders surrounding an ornate carriage. Maids and servants followed behind, and farther back was a troop of armored soldiers. Every one of them looked sharp and formidable, clearly elites from the army.
Song Qingshu strained to peer into the carriage, but no matter how high his martial arts were, he could not see through walls. He had no way of knowing whether Yelü Nanxian was inside.
"You little brat, what are you staring at? Believe it or not, I'll gouge out your eyes." Seeing that Song Qingshu ignored him and instead kept sneaking glances toward the carriage, the rider flew into a rage.
Song Qingshu was secretly annoyed, but then a calm voice came from inside the carriage. "Forget it. Let's go."
Song Qingshu was overjoyed. He recognized Yelü Nanxian's voice, but something about it puzzled him. Her voice had once been soft and lovely, carrying an otherworldly air. It was still pleasant to hear now, yet it lacked its usual liveliness and held a trace of listless desolation.
Unfortunately, Yelü Nanxian did not speak again after that, nor did she show herself. The carriage curtain was not lifted in the slightest.
As he watched the convoy slowly enter the city, Song Qingshu stood there lost in thought. Zhao Min came over and said with glee, "Well, well. The mighty King of Qi, one of the finest martial artists in the world, was actually bullied by an ordinary soldier."
"If a dog bites you, are you supposed to bite it back?" Song Qingshu replied indifferently.
"I wouldn't bite it back, but I'd at least give it a good whack."