"Tch~" A chorus of jeers immediately rose in the study. At the same time, quite a few people secretly regretted not having thought of that answer themselves. Hulagu Khan really was the cleverest; he had grasped the intent behind the Princess's question.
Huo Qingtong, who had been watching coldly from the side, suddenly said, "Prince, don't you feel guilty saying that? As far as I know, there are quite a few beautiful women in your residence. Many of them are princess consorts or princesses seized after you destroyed the western nations. Why would a man like you give up all the others for one woman?"
Hulagu Khan secretly hated her for openly undermining him. Once I destroy the Muzhuolun Tribe, I'll capture you sisters too and properly humiliate you in my residence. Yet his expression remained unchanged as he replied, "Once I marry the Princess, she will naturally be my principal wife. How could those concubines compare with her?"
Quite a few young masters from noble families nodded repeatedly. In this era, concubines were little different from servants and maids; their masters could give them away as they pleased. Even Su Dongpo, the famed Northern Song literary giant, had given a pregnant concubine to a friend, yet that had not stopped him from writing such deeply affectionate verses mourning his wife as "Ten years, living and dead, divided by boundless distance."
That was how everyone saw it, so no one could criticize Hulagu Khan for saying such things.
At this moment, the maid Xiaolei turned to Song Qingshu. "May I ask what Young Master Jia would do?"
"Obviously, I'd carry her to bed," Song Qingshu answered as if it were only natural.
Xiaolei froze, thinking she had misheard. "Whose bed?"
Song Qingshu replied, "If it's at my home, then naturally