"Going to Sichuan?" Song Qingshu froze. He had recently received all sorts of intelligence: Wu Xi was about to openly proclaim himself king in Sichuan, and his rebellion against Southern Song had become inevitable. Song Qingshu had also considered making a trip there to see whether he could profit from the chaos, but the recent Jin-Song war had delayed him, and he had not yet had the chance to set out.
Of course, he was clear-headed enough to know that Sichuan lay far too far from the Golden Snake Camp's territory. Even if he exhausted every effort to obtain Sichuan, he would not be able to hold it with powerful foes surrounding him on all sides.
Seeing him hesitate, Ren Yingying thought he was troubled by the matter and hurriedly said, "Qingshu, I am already... already your wife." A blush flashed across her face as she continued, "Of course I had to ask for your opinion on something like this. If you are unwilling, then I... I will not go."
Watching her shy and anxious expression, Daiqisi could not help feeling strangely unsettled. Ren Yingying was Song Qingshu's properly wedded wife, while she herself would have to remain hidden from the light for the rest of her life...
At that thought, her heart gave a sudden jump. Why would I think something like that? Could it be that I have fallen in love with him? How could that be? We are merely helping each other for mutual benefit. I am relying on his power to deal with the Mongol Empire. My daughter is already in her teens—how could I fall for such a young man... Though, come to think of it, he really is not that young...
Who knew what scene she had imagined, but Daiqisi's heart stirred, and the