"Song Lang?" Xue Baochai looked at Song Qingshu in confusion. Then she suddenly remembered that the Western Xia Princess had seemed to call him Brother Song when she entered just now.
"Baoyu, why does she call you Song Lang?" Xue Baochai no longer even cared that the Empress had called him lang. Her attention was entirely fixed on that surname Song.
Song Qingshu's head began to ache. He hurriedly explained, "It was like this: when I escaped from the Mongol Empire, I happened to meet the Empress. She wasn't the Empress yet at the time... Er, Mongol experts kept pursuing and trying to kill me, and fortunately the Empress and Princess saved me. To avoid being tracked by the Mongols, I casually took the surname Song."
"I see." Xue Baochai looked skeptically at Mu Wanqing beside her.
Mu Wanqing frowned slightly and snorted, but in the end, she did not speak up to refute him.
"So the marriage selection was actually arranged between you two long ago?" Xue Baochai suddenly said coldly.
Song Qingshu said awkwardly, "It wasn't exactly arranged. If I hadn't been rather lucky, I wouldn't have made it to the end of the martial trials."
Xue Baochai recalled how she had once worried that he would not make it out of the group stage and had personally taught him moves step by step. Her heart twisted painfully.
"Make the Imperial Consort of Western Xia stop!" Thinking of how the Yellow-robed Woman was still in danger, Xue Baochai had no time for heartbreak and hurriedly ordered Mu Wanqing. Though the Yellow-robed Woman's martial arts were formidable, that Imperial Consort of Western Xia was too unfathomable. If this dragged on, Sister Yang might not be able to hold out.
Mu Wanqing turned her face away and said coldly, "You