"Sun Moon Holy Cult?" Temujin's expression darkened. "The Mongol Empire has never had any dealings with them. Why would they interfere in matters here?"
Phags-pa answered gravely from the side, "Perhaps because of Zhang Wuji of the Ming Cult. The Sun Moon Holy Cult originated from the Ming Cult, and the two are inextricably linked."
Lichimei's effeminate voice rang out. "I don't think so. Though the Sun Moon Holy Cult and the Ming Cult were once one a century ago, they have long since become independent. It is unlikely they would offend us over ties from a hundred years ago."
While everyone was racking their brains, Jin Bingyun, who had been sitting quietly to one side, said softly, "As far as I know, the current Cult Master of the Sun Moon Holy Cult is Ren Woxing. His son-in-law is Song Qingshu, the prince of Qi, and Song Qingshu is also quite close to Princess Shaomin. With such a major incident at Prince Ruyang's Mansion, could he have come to Karakorum City?"
Song Qingshu was startled. How had this woman connected it to me? Have I offended her before?
Naya'a, standing in a corner, shook his head. "According to our intelligence, Song Qingshu should still be inside the Prince of Qi's Mansion in Lin'an City."
Song Qingshu finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Yingying had done a flawless job; no one had spotted any loopholes yet.
At that moment, the Sky-Connecting Shaman, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke. "Not necessarily. Someone as cunning as Song Qingshu could very well deceive everyone." After saying that, he casually glanced at Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu ground his teeth in fury. *Was there something wrong with this bastard's head? What was he trying to imply by bringing this up on purpose?