The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent at the abrupt voice, and everyone began looking for its source.
Xue Baochai hurriedly tugged at Song Qingshu's sleeve. "Baoyu, don't talk nonsense. This has nothing to do with us."
Song Qingshu gave a bitter smile. From Southern Song's perspective, they were happy to see conflict arise between Qing and Goryeo. How could he wade into these troubled waters at such a sensitive time? But he was not Jia Baoyu. No matter how he looked at it, he had to intervene.
When the Fu sisters heard those words, their hearts leaped, and they turned around hopefully. Yet when they saw that it was Jia Baoyu of Southern Song, disappointment immediately appeared on their faces. Before coming to the Central Plains, they had thoroughly studied intelligence on every nation, so they naturally knew what sort of wastrel Jia Baoyu was.
Fu Junzhuo frowned but said nothing. Fu Junyu, however, was not so even-tempered. "You little brat, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Hearing how she addressed him, Xue Baochai could not help knitting her delicate brows. Goryeo truly was a land of barbarians; even its women were this fierce.
Song Qingshu calmly stepped forward and looked at Jin Renjun. "Brother, did you just say that your young master died horribly and looked unwilling to rest in peace?"
Jin Renjun wiped at his tears. "Our young master was harmed by villains and suffered an unbearable humiliation. He killed himself in resentment, so naturally he could not rest in peace."
Song Qingshu secretly scorned him. If you're going to cry, at least do it professionally. You've been wiping for ages, yet I haven't seen a single tear. "Those are merely your guesses. The fact is, when your young master was hanged, his head was tilted backward."
"And what