When Song Qingshu emerged from Prince Wei's Manor, he felt utterly lost. He knew there had never been vows of eternal love between him and Yelü Nanxian, nor were they lovers. He had no right to demand anything of her, yet the thought of her becoming another man's wife still left his chest painfully tight.
Especially her attitude. She looked at him as though he were an ordinary friend... no, not even as good as an ordinary friend. That hurt him deeply.
Yet he also understood that she had her own thoughts and feelings. There was no forcing something that could not be forced.
He wandered back to Zhao Min's little courtyard in a daze. Seeing him return, Zhao Min casually asked, "Did you find any clues?"
"No..." Song Qingshu shook his head, clearly dispirited.
Zhao Min gave him a curious glance, but she was currently brimming with excitement and did not pay much attention to his unusual behavior. "Come take a look. I've worked out some clues on my end."
"Oh?" Song Qingshu finally perked up a little. Murong Jingyue was not only connected to the poison in Zhao Min's body, but was also the murderer Bing Xue'er had spent so long pursuing to avenge her husband. Every day he remained alive was another day of danger for Bing Xue'er. Hidden in the shadows, Murong Jingyue was like a venomous snake waiting to strike. Until he was eliminated, there could be no peace of mind.
Zhao Min unrolled a sheet of paper covered densely with names. Pointing at them, she said, "This is a list of every important official in the Khitan court."
Looking at the neatly organized names, complete with official positions and brief annotations, Song Qingshu could not help praising her. "You're incredibly efficient."
"Of course. When