Jin Bingyun bit her red lips, a rare flicker of emotion crossing her face. She stamped her foot, then still chased after where he had vanished, though she had no confidence she could find him.
Song Qingshu fled all the way, noticing that countless Mongol soldiers were searching house by house for his trail. He knew that hiding in an ordinary civilian home would make it difficult to evade them. It seemed he could only hide in the homes of the powerful and wealthy, places these common soldiers would not dare to offend.
That was how the world worked. Matters were carried out by people. Even if Temujin had intended for every residence to be searched, how could these soldiers truly dare search the homes of great clans and nobles? Even if they did, it would only be for show.
After all, they would see one another again sooner or later, so they would not go too far in their actions.
Thus, if he wanted to hide, he could only hide in the home of the powerful, and it had to be one of the most influential families if he wanted to avoid discovery.
After thinking for a while, Song Qingshu ran in a certain direction.
Back when the Grandmasters had been fighting, everyone had watched without blinking. Such a spectacle was rarely seen. Only one person had left after watching for a while, because she had something more important to do.
Princess Consort Yalun had always been worried about her son's whereabouts. She had agreed to cooperate with Song Qingshu and the others only because they had used her son to threaten her. Although he had just told her that her son had been released and sent home, she still could not rest easy.
So, the moment she had