When he arrived outside Xingqing Prefecture and saw Yuan Ziyi and Kasili still waiting for him, Song Qingshu finally let out a long breath. In these chaotic times of war, he had been afraid something might happen to them. If it had, all the plans that followed would have come to nothing.
"Brother Song~" Kasili threw herself straight into Song Qingshu's arms. Having watched the might of the Mongol army in the distance all this time, she had been terrified and at a loss. Now that she had finally seen him, she immediately felt at ease.
After studying Hui language for some time, Song Qingshu had no trouble with such a simple exchange. He gently patted her shoulder to comfort her.
Dongfang Muxue's eyes widened beside them. "There really is such a devastating beauty in this world. No wonder history has never lacked tales of outrage for a beauty."
Song Qingshu could not help saying, "You're no less beautiful. Anywhere in the world, countless people would pursue you."
Dongfang Muxue shook her head. "It's different. Her beauty has no aggression to it at all. No man who sees her would feel any need to be on guard. Even I, a woman, find her so pitiful and delicate that I want to cherish her, and I feel an impulse to do anything for her. It really is strange."
Yuan Ziyi had also been somewhat intimidated by Dongfang Muxue's overwhelming presence. Only now did she recover her senses. "Brother Song, this is...?"
Song Qingshu hurriedly introduced them. Upon learning that she was the Eastern Cult Master, who had once shaken the world, Yuan Ziyi clicked her tongue in amazement and could not speak for a long while.
"It's far too risky to send Kasili into the Mongol camp. Why not let me