"Personally, he and I had no grievances," the woman said, her tone shifting as her expression turned cold. "But I share an irreconcilable hatred with the Qing. He is Kangxi Emperor's right-hand man, taking bribes and wielding power as he pleases. Even if I killed him, he would only have himself to blame."
The woman silently added, Having accepted someone's invitation, this would probably be the last time I helped him before leaving. After this, we would be worlds apart, and likely never meet again.
"A young and beautiful woman with an irreconcilable hatred for the Qing?" Song Qingshu sifted through the characters from the original story. Suddenly, inspiration struck. He inclined his body slightly. "Could you be Princess Changping Ajjiu of the former Ming?"
Zhu Meichuo furrowed her delicate brows and eyed Song Qingshu warily. "Who are you? How do you know my identity?"
Song Qingshu gazed at the beauty before him, his eyes full of pity. Ajjiu had been an exceptionally tragic figure in the original story. Born into the family of the last emperor, she had watched her kingdom fall and her family perish. Her own father had severed her arm. She loved Yuan Chengzhi wholeheartedly, but he had already pledged himself to Xia Qingqing. After Chaoyang Peak, she had agreed with Yuan Chengzhi to wait for him in a snowy valley on the Tibetan border for ten years.
Everyone knew how it ended. Ten whole years passed, and whether it was because of Xia Qingqing or not, Yuan Chengzhi never went to find her...
Zhu Meichuo sensed the emotion in Song Qingshu's gaze and felt extremely uncomfortable. She gave a soft cough.
Song Qingshu came back to himself and smiled awkwardly. "Miss Ajjiu, please do not be suspicious. I have always been well informed about martial