"Leaving?" Song Qingshu asked in surprise. "Why?"
Bing Xue'er rolled her eyes prettily. "All these years, I've been running everywhere to track down Murong Jingyue, never fulfilling my duties as a mother. Now that my great vengeance has been avenged, naturally I must go back and care for Fei'er. While I'm at it, I'll take him to Cangzhou to pay respects to his father."
In this world, repaying blood with blood was an ironclad rule. Now that Bing Xue'er had killed Murong Jingyue and was taking Hu Fei to honor Hu Yidao, it was only right by human decency. Song Qingshu could hardly stop her. "It is indeed time to pay respects to Brother Hu. I should have gone with you, but things have been too tense lately, and I can't make it to Cangzhou..."
Bing Xue'er spat and cut him off directly. "If you went too, wouldn't Brother Hu crawl out of the grave and hack you to death?" Though she looked angry, the shifting glimmer in her eyes made her seem even more charming.
Song Qingshu gave an embarrassed laugh. "All right. When are you leaving?"
A faint smile appeared on Bing Xue'er's face. "I came specifically to say goodbye. I'll be leaving the palace shortly."
Song Qingshu was genuinely startled this time. "So soon?"
"Should I stay in the palace and watch you and Miss Zhao dote on each other?" Bing Xue'er shot him a glare, then held out a palm as delicate as a jade Guanyin. "Hand it over."
"Hand over what?" Song Qingshu froze.
"The Cold Moon Treasure Saber, of course. It was Brother Hu's relic." At the mention of her late husband, an inescapable sorrow shrouded Bing Xue'er's brows.
Yet Song Qingshu shook his head. "No. The Cold Moon Treasure Saber has to stay