"Yes, exactly! We came to marry the princess, not to watch you investigate a case." Prince Tsan joined in the jeering. Jiumozhi, beside him, failed to stop him in time. He thought to himself that several other factions of Tantric Buddhism were trying to use the Mongol Empire to reenter and seize control of Tibet, making relations between Tibet and the Mongol Empire extremely tense. Yet the prince insisted on acting like a Mongol parrot. It was truly a headache.
"That's right. Korea merely lost a few insignificant people. Is it really proper to make so many of us wait?" Hashiba Hideshige of the Eastern Islanders said coldly, his arms folded over his sword.
"Insignificant?" Fu Junzhuo's lovely brows immediately knitted together.
"Perhaps they counted as important figures in your Korea, but to countries like ours, they were less than nothing. At least your Korean Crown Prince isn't dead yet." Hashiba Hideshige clearly had no regard for Korea.
"Bastard!" Fu Junyu did not have her senior sister's patience. Enraged by his words, she drew her sword. Her slender figure flashed, and in the next instant, she was already three feet away from him.
At that moment, the warrior beside Hashiba Hideshige stepped forward. Everyone around them saw only a blur before Fu Junyu was sent flying back several yards. Her expression was extremely ugly, for her hand was empty—her sword had already been taken by the other man.
That Japanese warrior was Yagyū Jūbei, whom they had met earlier at the inn. His fingers lightly brushed over the sword in his hand as he sneered. "The Yi Jian Shu, said to be so miraculous, is nothing more than this."
Song Qingshu secretly sighed in regret. He had previously seen Fu Junyu wield a sword and knew her swordsmanship should not