There were four kinds of friendships forged in life: carrying guns together, studying together, splitting dirty money together, and p... Ahem.
Now that Naya'a had brought Song Qingshu into business with him, it clearly counted as the third kind of ironclad bond. Their relationship instantly warmed considerably, and they walked along with their arms around each other's shoulders, just short of swearing brotherhood in the street.
When they arrived at Tolui's Prince's Mansion, Naya'a requested an audience on the grounds of inspecting Kublai Khan's confinement. After all, this truly was a task Temujin had assigned him, so it did not count as forging an Imperial Edict.
Kublai Khan was also deeply frustrated. His momentum had been soaring lately, yet that night he had been possessed by some devil and paid his sister-in-law a visit. Not only had he failed to get any action, he had gotten himself into a mess instead. Now he was being punished and confined, and the damnable part was that someone had come to inspect him?
Naya'a cupped his hands. "I hope Your Highness will not take offense. This is merely routine business."
Kublai Khan snorted and could not even be bothered to respond. Clearly, a ball of anger was still bottled up inside him.
After putting on a show of inspecting the place for a while, Naya'a took his leave. He had been considering finding an opportunity to ask Shi Zhixuan about the matter when he ran into Princess Consort Chabi, who was hurrying toward them.
Though Princess Consort Chabi was not as enchantingly seductive as Haemish, nor as elegant and dignified as Princess Consort Yalun, she was still a lovely beauty. Yet she had lost her usual high spirits. Her eyes were red and slightly swollen; her husband's misfortune must have caused her, as