Song Qingshu had no intention of making a move now. Although this squad of Liao cavalry was somewhat troublesome, they were only somewhat troublesome to him. The reason he did not act was because the commotion would be too great. Unless he killed everyone present, his identity would surely be exposed, and he did not want to see the chain reaction that would follow.
He sighed inwardly. Sometimes, he could not help envying the protagonists of web novels from his previous life. Which one of them had not swept the world with a single sword, breaking through every deadlock with brute force, never needing to worry about schemes and plots? Yet here he was in this world, constrained at every turn. It was truly rather embarrassing for a transmigrator.
But Song Qingshu also understood that his goal was to unify the realm, not to defeat every master in the world with the sharp sword in his hand. Many times, one had to make compromises and weigh the gains against the losses.
In full view of everyone, rushing out to save Xia Qingqing and Bing Xue'er was definitely not a wise choice in his eyes. It would be better to wait until they were taken back to the prison, then rescue them in the dead of night without anyone noticing.
Besides, the commander of this group of cavalry was Yelü Qi. They had some history between them, so presumably he would not make things difficult for the two women in the meantime.
After everyone had been captured by the Liao cavalry, Song Qingshu quietly followed behind them all the way to the residence of the Gongfen Army Commander. The relevant officials interrogated everyone in turn. Li Qinglu and the others naturally claimed to be part of the Western Xia delegation, while