"Tomorrow?" Song Qingshu was startled. He had not expected things to be so rushed.
"There's no helping it," Su Quan said. "The two countries are facing off at the border. One careless move could spark a major conflict, and once war breaks out, blood will flow like rivers. It won't be so easy to stop it then, so the bride must be sent over as soon as possible."
Zhao Min, standing nearby, seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and giggled. "Don't be so reluctant. If one woman can bring peace, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, even our Great Khan would all make that choice without hesitation. Only Song clings to its pride and almost never forms marriage alliances."
"Besides..." Zhao Min continued, "you and I both know this marriage alliance is just for show. With you as the Grand General Escorting the Bride, would Nan Xian really suffer any loss?"
Seeing her smile like a blossoming flower, Song Qingshu said irritably, "The Crown Prince of Western Xia isn't a eunuch. Why would he marry a wife only to put her on display? I've heard that Crown Prince Ning Ge of Western Xia has always been lustful. When he sees how stunningly beautiful Nan Xian is, how could he possibly remain unmoved?"
Zhao Min giggled. "In any case, I only need to deal with Liao Country's crisis. As for Nan Xian's safety, that will depend on Young Master Song. Over the years, Young Master Song has become famous throughout the land, turning every perilous situation into safety. This time should be no problem either. Besides, you can stir up some trouble in Western Xia while you're at it. That's killing two birds with one stone."
Song Qingshu was speechless. He knew she was taking pleasure in