At her command, the cavalry shot off like arrows loosed from the bow, pursuing the assassin in the direction he had fled.
Song Qingshu watched that receding figure and thought that his earlier strike had not injured him at all. Instead, he had used the force to send him farther away. Hopefully, he could escape.
An attempt on Hulagu Khan's life meant they shared a common enemy. The enemy of his enemy was his friend, so naturally, he did not want the man captured.
His main reason for saving Hulagu Khan this time was to use the opportunity to infiltrate his side as the Water Moon Great Sect Master. That would make it easier to enter Karakorum City. The Water Moon Great Sect Master had fled in the midst of battle before; if he wished to return, he had to bring a suitable gift.
As for Hulagu Khan's life, he was now crippled. Both legs had suffered comminuted fractures, and combined with the injuries from the gunpowder blast, even if he recovered, he would remain half-crippled. Besides, taking his life would not be difficult.
Having witnessed such a large-scale ambush, Song Qingshu assumed it came from within the Mongol Empire. Before he figured everything out and determined what course of events would benefit him most, how could he let Hulagu Khan die so easily?
"You dog slave, take your filthy hands off me!" While his thoughts raced, he suddenly heard an icy, furious voice.
Turning around, he saw Princess Consort Chabi glaring at him. Only then did Song Qingshu realize that he still had an arm around her waist.
Hearing her rebuke, he frowned slightly and said calmly, "In the urgency of the moment, I offended you. I hope Princess Consort will forgive me."
Princess Consort Chabi was about to