"Since Your Highness has invited me so sincerely, this old beggar would be rude to refuse." In the end, Hong Qigong could not resist the temptation of fine food.
Ariq Böke laughed heartily. "It would be wonderful if the old gentleman is willing to honor us. Please!"
Song Qingshu could not help laughing. In his younger days, Hong Qigong had once let his greed for food cause trouble, so he had cut off a finger to strengthen his resolve and remind himself at all times. Yet even in old age, he had not changed that habit. Human nature was simply like that. Those who could truly do something had no need to say it; they would naturally do it. Those who could not, no matter how many vows they swore or plans they made, still could not.
At that moment, Ariq Böke's gaze swept over Song Qingshu in the distance, and he asked in surprise, "Great Sect Master, weren't you resting?"
"There was such a commotion in the courtyard just now that I thought something had happened, so I came out to take a look." Because of the earlier fight, many of the prince's guards had rushed over after hearing the news. The estate was in complete chaos, so Song Qingshu naturally had no need to keep lying in bed and putting on an act.
As for Haemish, she had already returned to the courtyard before everyone arrived and did not show herself again. Song Qingshu pondered to himself. Shan Yuru had previously mentioned that there would be a mysterious guest at the prince's estate. Everyone had assumed it was Princess Consort Yalun, but it was actually Haemish.
"Has the Great Sect Master sobered up?" Ariq Böke asked with concern. "I'll have the servants prepare you a bowl of hangover