"Mongol Prince?" Song Qingshu raised an eyebrow. "Which Mongol Prince?"
Axiu's little face reddened again. "I... I don't know."
Seeing this, Bai Wanjian answered, "The specific candidate hasn't actually been decided yet. It's just an intention for now. Who knew this girl would accidentally overhear it and run away?"
Axiu's face grew even redder. "I... I don't want to marry."
Bai Wanjian frowned. "The Mongol Empire's unification of the world is now an unstoppable trend. What status do their princes hold? Who knows how many young women want to become their wives? How can you be so unwilling?"
Axiu looked so wronged that she was about to cry. She bit her lip tightly and said nothing, tears welling in her eyes as though they could fall at any moment.
Song Qingshu secretly shook his head. The Snow Mountain Sect certainly had lofty ambitions, but given its standing, Axiu would be fortunate to become a secondary consort after marrying in. That was assuming they showed her the courtesy; even if the Snow Mountain Sect shamelessly offered her up, they might not accept.
"Axiu is my little sister now. If she doesn't want to, no one can force her to marry." Seeing her tear-streaked face, Song Qingshu felt a surge of pity.
Bai Wanjian frowned. "Young Master Song, you are meddling too much. This is, after all, a family matter of the Snow Mountain Sect."
"So what?" Song Qingshu replied calmly. "In these chaotic times, for Young Master Bai to speak to me of rules is rather pedantic. The reason I can interfere is not merely because of my own strength. Just based on my relationship with the Mongol leadership, one word from me would ensure that no prince marries her. Do you believe that?"
"You!" Bai Wanjian's face instantly reddened, but