Zhao Min's face instantly drained of color. She hurriedly raised her hands to defend herself, but her martial arts had never matched Wanyan Chongjie's to begin with. On top of that, her opponent had caught her completely off guard. The moment she raised her arms, her throat was seized. Her heart sank. Was Minmin Temur going to die here today, without a sound?
The instant Wanyan Chongjie grabbed Zhao Min by the throat, Song Qingshu caught her wrist. She glared at him irritably. "Why are you grabbing me?"
Song Qingshu secretly wiped away a cold sweat. Fortunately, he had been prepared. If a moment of carelessness had led to Zhao Min having her neck snapped, it would have been too late for regrets. "Don't kill her just yet. If we can't get out later, we can still use her as a hostage."
"That's true." Wanyan Chongjie nodded and instantly sealed Zhao Min's acupoints.
"You know martial arts?" Zhao Min had only just recovered from her fright. Everyone in the capital believed she was merely a delicate young girl incapable of even trussing a chicken. Who could have expected her to be concealing such formidable martial arts? At the same time, an uncontrollable impulse suddenly arose within Zhao Min. The next time she saw Song Qingshu, she absolutely had to make him teach her martial arts. She had just been bullied by Zhou Zhiruo, and now she was being bullied by another young girl. It was infuriating!
"Didn't expect that, did you?" Wanyan Chongjie lifted her chin proudly, her eyes curving into crescent moons with delight.
"I miscalculated, but never mind you," Zhao Min said, then suddenly looked at Song Qingshu in confusion. "Wasn't he sealed by my subordinates and shackled? Why..."
"That's because his martial arts are far better than