As Song Qingshu spoke, he glanced at Tianshan Tonglao again. "Especially you—you boast that you never need a second move to kill anyone, yet this time you joined forces with others to deal with a junior. That really lowers your standing."
Tianshan Tonglao clasped her hands behind her back and said in an old-fashioned tone, "It would be one thing if I had encountered someone else, but when it comes to descendants of the Zhao Song imperial clan, I naturally have no need to observe any rules. Otherwise, I would truly be letting down my master."
Only then did Song Qingshu remember that her master was Xiaoyaozi, Pan Lang—the sixth son of Chai Rong, Chai Xijin, who had been adopted by Pan Mei back then. Xiaoyaozi had spent his entire life plotting to overthrow the Song dynasty and restore Great Zhou. After his death, his final wishes had been entrusted to disciples such as Tianshan Tonglao. Who could have known that several of them would become trapped by love and squander so many opportunities?
Having been raised by Pan Lang from childhood, she naturally could not have held any favorable feelings toward the Zhao Song imperial clan.
"Success and failure, right and wrong—all turn to dust in the blink of an eye. I have no wish to comment on the affairs of the past, but I want to take her away now. No objections?" Song Qingshu pointed at the Yellow-robed Woman beside him.
Tianshan Tonglao frowned slightly but said nothing. Fu Yaohong, meanwhile, let out a charming laugh. "Young Master Song is so tender toward women. Of course we must grant you this favor. Please, help yourself."
The Yellow-robed Woman hurriedly said, "And the Crown Prince~"
Tianshan Tonglao snorted. "But the Crown Prince absolutely cannot be taken away by you!"