Song Qingshu shot Daiqisi, who stood nearby, an annoyed glare. "We have certain people to thank for this."
Daiqisi turned to look out the window, acting as though it had nothing to do with her.
"Ahute came from the Puchá Clan. It was understandable that she resorted to such a desperate measure in an attempt to save her maternal family, but poor Qiucao..." Ge Bi let out a faint sigh. She seemed to have thought of how, in these troubled times, even women of noble families could not control their own fates.
"Are we really going to let Puchá Ahute and the others go?" Daiqisi could not help asking.
Before Song Qingshu could answer, Ge Bi replied for him, "The Puchá Clan has deep roots in the Jin Dynasty. It would be unwise to wipe them out completely. Taking this opportunity to release them and win over people's hearts would be good. But while we can let them go, we cannot grant them complete freedom. It would be best to confine them to an estate. Once the dust has settled in a few years, we can release them."
Song Qingshu nodded. "As expected of a married couple. We really do think alike without even discussing it."
At the mention of the words "married couple," an odd silence suddenly fell over the room. Whether it was the Ge Bi sisters or Daiqisi, they all knew that they were not truly husband and wife.
"Report! Urgent military dispatch!" At that moment, a guard from outside shattered the room's silence. Since the women had not disguised themselves, Song Qingshu went out himself to receive the top-priority memorial.
"What happened?" When he returned, the women asked curiously. A top-priority dispatch represented the highest level of classified intelligence. Unless something truly momentous had occurred, abusing