Song Qingshu nodded. "Though it may be somewhat foolish, people with ideals are often admirable."
Instead, Huo Qingtong felt a little embarrassed by his praise. "Of course, I understand that getting all the Central Plains states to unite against the Mongol Empire is somewhat unrealistic. After all, the Southern Song does not currently border the Mongol Empire; Liao Country, caught in the cracks between the various states, can barely protect itself; and small frontier countries like Dali would be hard-pressed to fight the Mongol Empire."
Song Qingshu could not help laughing. "No wonder you did not go persuade that heir apparent of Dali and came to me instead."
Huo Qingtong smiled shyly. "This time, I came to the Central Plains bearing the fate of my tribe. Naturally, I cannot waste my energy on people who are not worth it. Still, Heir Apparent Duan is honest and kindhearted. He would make quite a good friend."
Listening to her speak so eloquently, Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. This was the difference. In the original story, Murong Fu had disliked Duan Yu because of Wang Yuyan, but after learning that he was the heir apparent of Dali, he had even planned to use Wang Yuyan in a honey trap to borrow troops from Dali and restore Great Yan...
With Dali's feeble military strength, and its high-ranking leaders constantly becoming monks and worshipping Buddha, who knew what had been going through Murong Fu's head? Look at Huo Qingtong—did she not see all the advantages and drawbacks with perfect clarity?
Huo Qingtong continued, "In my view, the only ones capable of fighting the Mongol Empire are the Jin Dynasty and the Qing. The Rebellion of the Three Feudatories in the Qing is already nearing its end, and they will soon be free to act. Over here,