Wanyan Chongjie immediately burst out laughing. "A million mighty soldiers? Your Mongol Empire may be vast, but even if you gathered all your troops, plus Temujin's Kheshig Guard, the forces of the other great princes, and the auxiliary troops, you still couldn't scrape together a million men. Who are you trying to scare with such outrageous boasting?"
Hulagu Khan thought, Damn it, I'm talking about bathing Western Xia in blood, and you're calculating whether I have a million troops? Is this even about a million men?
He was just about to fly into a rage when he remembered that nearly all the experts he had brought this time had been wiped out. The other side also had a figure like the Western Venom Ouyang Feng with them, and this was Western Xia after all. If things escalated, he would only be at a disadvantage. He could only snort coldly, leave with a grim expression, and say nothing more.
Having driven Hulagu Khan away, Wanyan Chongjie found that she could not feel happy at all. Glancing toward the inner hall, she pouted her little lips. "Hmph, when I go back, I'll hold a husband-selection contest too!"
Now that the Imperial Son-in-Law had been chosen, everyone else left dejectedly with their calligraphy and paintings. Only Xue Baochai remained standing there for a long time, as though she had lost her soul.
The maid Xiaolei soon brought over a note. "Miss Xue, this was given to you by Young Master Jia."
Xue Baochai shuddered and hurriedly opened the note. It read: "Sister Bao, they still want me to remain in the palace to pay respects to the Imperial Consort, the Empress, and the others. You should head back first. Take care!"
Since Song Qingshu was impersonating Jia Baoyu, he had naturally practiced the