Song Qingshu nodded and sheathed his blade. "What the Princess Consort says does make some sense."
Freed by him, Haemish hurriedly scrambled up from the ground. Yet the moment she stood steady, her delicate brows knitted together, and she instinctively bent over. She wanted to rub the spot but was too embarrassed to do so, so she could only glare at Song Qingshu in shame and anger. "Great Sect Master, you really hit hard."
Song Qingshu replied blandly, "If the Princess Consort hadn't kept attacking below the belt just now, I wouldn't have kicked you there."
Haemish's face flushed. "I'm a woman. How can that be the same?"
"You had your face covered just now. How was I supposed to know you were a woman? Besides, when dealing with an assassin, does one distinguish between men and women?" Song Qingshu had to admit that her Charm Technique was formidable. He clearly knew she was putting on an act, yet every smile and frown still carried real destructive power, as though a girl deeply in love were acting coquettishly toward her sweetheart.
Haemish clearly did not wish to continue that topic. She went on, "Great Sect Master, your martial arts truly command my utmost admiration. It is hard to imagine just how skilled that Korean Fu Cailin must be."
Song Qingshu's expression turned cold. "Are you deliberately testing my patience?"
Haemish smiled faintly. "Great Sect Master, please do not misunderstand. I merely meant that after what happened in Xingqing Prefecture, Hulagu Khan probably wishes he could kill you."
Song Qingshu snorted. "This time, I saved the Prince and Princess Consort Chabi. The previous matters have already been put behind us."
"Ha ha ha~" Haemish let out a string of silvery laughter. "A man as brilliant as the Great Sect Master cannot