After leaving, Song Qingshu headed straight for the Western Xia Imperial Palace. Compared to the usual bustle of Xingqing Prefecture, First Rank Hall warriors were patrolling and conducting inspections everywhere on the streets. Clearly, what had happened last night had put the entire city under lockdown.
Once inside the palace, he found Mu Wanqing, Li Qinglu, and Yelü Nanxian tensely discussing something. Only Li Qiushui lounged leisurely on a soft couch at the side, gnawing on an apple, utterly unconcerned that large swathes of her snow-white skin were exposed to the air.
Song Qingshu had no interest in her. After one glance, he looked away. "What are you discussing?"
"Song Lang!"
"Brother Qingshu!"
The women all looked delighted upon seeing him. Before they could exchange pleasantries, Yelü Nanxian hurriedly asked, "Did you know that Fu Cailin, Korea's Grandmaster Yi Jian, massacred the Mongol Empire's embassy last night?"
Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly. "Of course I knew. Because that Grandmaster Yi Jian was me." There was no need to hide it from them.
"Are you all right?"
Song Qingshu spread his hands. "Who in the world could hurt me? Of course I'm fine."
"I told you the person last night was him, but you all insisted on worrying for nothing." Li Qiushui casually tossed aside the apple she had taken several bites from. "Even I wasn't certain of defeating that Water Moon Great Sect Master. How could some mere Korean have the ability to slaughter the entire Mongol delegation?"
"It's good that it was you. We were worried that another Grandmaster had appeared in the city and were wondering how difficult it would be to deal with him." Mu Wanqing patted her chest beside him, clearly letting out a long sigh of relief.
"Why pretend to be Fu Cailin?" Li Qinglu's eyes