"Why use the word 'use'? It sounded strange." Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly.
Zhao Min shot him a glance. "Didn't you use her?"
Song Qingshu looked somewhat embarrassed and tried to explain, "I helped her purge the poison, and she helped heal my injuries. We each got what we needed. There was nothing else."
"Why are you in such a hurry to explain? I never blamed you." Zhao Min said teasingly. "Besides, you know the hatred between my family and Temujin. You cuckolded his grandson—I'd only applaud you for helping us vent our anger. I'd even wish for you to put a few more green hats on that family. Why would I blame you?"
Song Qingshu had no idea whether she meant it or not, so wisely chose not to respond.
Zhao Min muttered to herself for a while. When she saw that he gave no response, she found it rather boring and changed the subject. "Why did you take such a huge risk to save Guo Jing this time? Was it for his beautiful wife again?"
Song Qingshu's expression turned solemn. "Had I not known, that would have been one thing. But now that I knew, how could I stand by and do nothing? Guo Jing is a great hero respected by all. He has devoted these years to his country and people; he should not die alone in a foreign land like this."
"Why did those words sound so strange coming from your mouth?" Zhao Min curled her lip.
Song Qingshu gave a bitter smile. "Believe it or not, that was how I truly felt."
Zhao Min shook her head. "That is why I have always thought you lack the bearing of a true overlord. You are too ruled by emotion. To save him this time, you nearly died