Song Qingshu had previously set a plan in motion, one that had quietly begun to unfold. Naturally, it was the tried-and-true sowing of discord that had never failed throughout Chinese history: he had sent Lin Pingzhi to pretend to persuade the Mu Brothers to surrender. Whether the brothers actually surrendered was not all that important; the key lay in everything that followed.
Song Qingshu had not expected Sichuan to move so quickly. Lin Pingzhi had already come here to negotiate with the Mu Brothers, and Song Qingshu's eyes were full of approval for his efficiency.
Unfortunately, this was not the time to catch up. The two exchanged a glance and decided on their next steps. Song Qingshu said, "I'll lead the pursuers away for you."
"Good!" Lin Pingzhi did not stand on ceremony. He knew just how high Song Qingshu's martial arts were; drawing the pursuers away for him would naturally pose no danger.
After Lin Pingzhi left, Song Qingshu deliberately flashed himself before the pursuing soldiers, drawing them off in the exact opposite direction.
Not long after Lin Pingzhi returned to his room, urgent knocking sounded outside. Before he could respond, the door was violently smashed open from outside, and the brothers Mu Yuqi and Mu Wangrong strode straight in.
"What are you two doing?" Lin Pingzhi pretended that he had only just gotten out of bed.
When Mu Yuqi saw that he was actually in the room, he could not help but freeze. He exchanged a look with Mu Wangrong. "Nothing. A thief entered the residence. We were worried that the Song envoy might be in danger, so we came specifically to check on you."
Lin Pingzhi naturally knew what was going on, but he still put on a grateful expression. "Thank you for your concern, Your Highnesses.