"Song Qingshu..." Temujin fell into deep thought, his fingertips lightly tapping the chair as he weighed the possibilities.
Song Qingshu's scalp prickled. In chaotic times, survival was king. He was used to pulling strings from the shadows, but once he was exposed and targeted openly, he found himself constrained at every turn. Yet for the moment, he had no idea how to clear himself of suspicion.
Elder Usun beside him hesitated. His original plan had been to pin the blame on Guo Jing. Now that they already had a suspect, was there any need to bring Guo Jing into it?
"Usun, do you have something to say?" Temujin's senses were exceptionally sharp, and he immediately noticed his hesitation.
With everyone's eyes on him, Usun steeled himself and decided to gamble, doing his best to lessen his own responsibility. "There's something I'm not sure I should say..."
Temujin frowned. "Why are you adopting those Han Chinese mannerisms too? Stop hemming and hawing. Speak!"
Only then did Usun say, "I thought the black-clad man's build looked somewhat familiar. He resembled someone."
"Who?" Temujin was growing impatient.
"I dare not say." Usun looked hesitant.
"Enough nonsense!" Temujin's face darkened, his gaze carrying the menace of a beast ready to devour someone.
Suppressed by Temujin's aura, Usun nearly failed to catch his breath. He hurriedly answered, "He looked somewhat like the former Golden Saber Imperial Son-in-Law."
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. Why had he dragged Guo Jing into this? He immediately realized that Guo Jing was in danger. He wished he could warn him at once, but how could he leave now?
"The Golden Saber Imperial Son-in-Law?" Temujin froze, only realizing after a long while. "You mean Guo Jing?"
When Usun nodded, Temujin snapped, "What does this have to do with Guo Jing?