The Guo family was part of Great Zhou's imperial clan, while the Fu family was Great Zhou's empress clan. By seniority, Fu Yaohong was Guo Jing's aunt.
Hearing Guo Jing's voice, Fu Yaohong hesitated. Though Guo Jing's martial arts were formidable, Song Qingshu's cultivation had become unfathomably profound. Letting them meet alone was simply too dangerous.
The Sweeping Monk spoke up from the side. "Don't worry. Given Benefactor Song's character and his friendship with Jing'er, he won't harm him."
Recalling all their dealings in the Mongol Empire, Fu Yaohong was immediately relieved. "I was being petty. Young Master Song, please!"
Song Qingshu took the Yellow-robed Woman's hand. "Come with me."
He was not worried that Tianshan Tonglao and the others would attack her if she stayed behind. Rather, he feared that she would drift away again. They had only just grown closer; if they separated so soon, it would be far too regrettable.
Feeling the warmth of his palm, the Yellow-robed Woman's heart softened. However, when her gaze fell upon the Crown Prince's corpse, her expression became exceedingly hesitant.
Fu Yaohong said, "Don't worry. The Crown Prince is dead. No matter how deep our enmity, we won't desecrate his body. I'll have someone collect and bury him later."
Only then did the Yellow-robed Woman relax. She had wanted to express her gratitude, but remembering that the Crown Prince had died at their hands, she simply could not bring herself to say thank you.
Song Qingshu patted her hand in comfort, then led her deeper into the palace. With Guo Jing's orders, they encountered no obstruction along the way.
Outside the Imperial Study, Song Qingshu said to the Yellow-robed Woman, "Wait here for me. I have something to discuss with Guo Jing." After all, there was national enmity and family hatred