Hearing her words, Song Qingshu turned back and said calmly, "Dragon King, you still don't seem to understand your situation. What right do you have to negotiate terms with me now?"
"I..." Daiqisi was briefly at a loss for words, but she recovered quickly. "What about the fact that I impersonated Tang Kuobian for you and helped you handle so much government business?"
Song Qingshu froze. Daiqisi, who had previously exhausted all her cards, truly had little capital to bargain with him. But now that she had performed excellently in Tang Kuobian's position and fully demonstrated her value, he found himself in a difficult spot.
"You have indeed done well, but you are not irreplaceable. At worst, I can have Wanyan Ping take over your role." Song Qingshu snorted. He had to suppress this woman's arrogance first, or her tail would be sticking up to the sky.
"You can certainly find someone to replace me, but that would waste several months of your time—and time is what you lack most. Besides, at such a critical moment in the Southern Song's northern campaign, can you afford to take that risk?" Daiqisi refused to yield.
"Don't forget that you are still poisoned by me. Your life remains under my control at any moment," Song Qingshu reminded her, while secretly wondering whether her long stint as the foremost figure in the Jin Dynasty court had broadened both her courage and perspective.
"You won't kill me." Daiqisi stood there with graceful poise, utterly unconcerned.
Song Qingshu was taken aback. "Where exactly does this inexplicable confidence of yours come from?"
"Because you're a lecherous man!" A faint blush flashed across Daiqisi's incomparably lovely face.
"You're quite confident in your looks, aren't you?" Song Qingshu sneered.
Daiqisi did not answer. She merely swept him a glance.