Naya'a sneered. "You put on quite a convincing act."
Song Qingshu said in a low voice, "Even if Red Sun Dharma King really is dead, why do you suspect me of being the killer?"
Lichimei spoke from beside him, his voice as soft and effeminate as ever. "You'll find out soon enough. Will you obediently come back with us to see the Great Khan, or do you want us to make a move?" As he spoke, he seemed to casually take a step to the side, joining Naya'a in sealing off every possible route of escape, one before and one behind him.
The other warriors also quietly closed in, surrounding him from all sides.
Song Qingshu's thoughts raced. From their words, he deduced that Red Sun Dharma King had not exposed him. Otherwise, they would never have sent only these few people to capture him. They must have believed Water Moon Great Sect Master had killed Red Sun Dharma King. Based on their understanding of Water Moon Great Sect Master's martial arts, they believed Lichimei and Naya'a, together with so many Mongol warriors, would be enough to subdue him.
So Red Sun Dharma King really was dead. He and Zhao Min had previously concluded that killing Red Sun Dharma King now would not be a good idea, since he would be the prime suspect. It seemed they had followed a similar line of reasoning and suspected him.
Should I break out now, or take the risk of making a move in the palace?
Song Qingshu weighed the options again and again. Breaking out would certainly be safest; these people could not hold him. But all his previous efforts would go to waste. It seemed he would have to take a risk and go to the palace.
"I'll come with you,"