"Prince!" The group went pale with fright and hurried over to help him up. By the Great Khan's military discipline, if anything happened to Hulagu Khan, none of these guards would be allowed to live.
"Why are you helping me? Go after him!" Hulagu Khan shoved them away furiously. His face burned, and he could barely see out of one eye, but he had no time to care about that. All he wanted was to tear that mysterious assassin to pieces.
The guards exchanged strange looks and nearly burst out laughing. Hulagu Khan's usually handsome face now bore a huge red mark, his nose bridge seemed broken, and blood streamed down his face. His left eye was swollen like a bun, as though someone had punched him squarely in the face. Where was his usual dashing, imposing appearance? He looked utterly ridiculous instead.
But none of them dared laugh for real. Hulagu Khan was in a rage, and if he discovered his subordinates were mocking him, he would not be the man the western nations called the new generation's "Scourge of God" if he did not kill someone to make an example of them.
They had been holding back so hard that they were miserable. Once they received his order, they hurriedly gave chase, terrified that the suppressed laughter on their faces would be noticed.
But with Song Qingshu's peerless lightness skill, he had already drifted far away. How could they possibly catch him?
Was just one brick to the face too easy on him? Song Qingshu pondered secretly. Naturally, he had deliberately fired that roof tile before leaving. Hulagu Khan had openly harassed Yelü Nanxian earlier, so he had to be taught a lesson. Now, the injuries on his face clearly looked like the result of a beating. Mongols