"What way?" Mu Wanqing asked curiously from beside them.
Song Qingshu had roughly guessed her plan. Sure enough, Li Qinglu soon said, "Isn't the Mongol Empire using avenging me as a pretext? I'll find an opportunity to show myself and leave them without justification. Then, following the late emperor's final decree, I'll announce to the heroes of the realm that I am holding a marriage tournament."
Song Qingshu frowned. "A marriage tournament?"
Li Qinglu smiled and cut off what he was about to say. "Meng Lang, there's no need to persuade me. Before, I kept insisting that sister Mu and Sister Xian'er should make sacrifices. Now that it is my turn, if I start making excuses, not only would they look down on me, I would look down on myself."
Mu Wanqing and Yelü Nanxian hurriedly tried to dissuade her. "Qinglu, you needn't worry about what we think. How could we possibly push you into a fire pit?"
Li Qinglu replied, "Don't worry, sisters. I'm not foolish enough to truly marry into the Mongol Empire. I'm only sacrificing my reputation for the time being. Besides, if it really comes to a marriage tournament, who under heaven could possibly surpass Meng Lang?"
"That's true." Mu Wanqing and Yelü Nanxian both breathed sighs of relief. Song Qingshu's martial arts might not even be inferior to those legendary venerable masters of the martial world, let alone the princes and young nobles from various nations who would attend the tournament. Their martial arts would hardly be that formidable.
"There is one problem, though." Qin Hongmian, who had been silently watching from the side, spoke up. Noticing everyone's gaze, her heart skipped a beat before she continued, "Qingshu already has wives. And once this is announced to the whole realm, there will be more than