Zhao Min recoiled in fright, flushed with both shame and anger. "How dare you insult me? I'll have you torn to pieces!"
"Trying to scare me?" Song Qingshu looked at her leisurely. "Why wouldn't I dare? Miss Zhao, face the facts. You're my prisoner now. You have no right to resist whatever I choose to do to you."
After her initial panic, Zhao Min quickly calmed down. "Tang Kuobian, do you know who I am?"
"Oh, don't tell me you're some celestial maiden descended to earth to inspect the common folk?" Song Qingshu naturally knew her identity, but Tang Kuobian should not have known, so he took the opportunity to play dumb.
"I am Princess Shaomin of Prince Ruyang's Mansion in the Mongol State. If you dare offend me, then when the time comes, not only will a mere Imperial Son-in-Law like you be unable to bear the wrath of the great Mongol Empire, neither will your Jin Dynasty. If the Mongol armies march to your borders and specifically demand you, what do you think will become of you? Oh, and that beautiful wife of yours will likely suffer humiliation ten or even a hundred times worse. Is that what you want to see?" Zhao Min abruptly changed tack. "Of course, if you release me, I can pretend none of this ever happened. I can even use every resource at my disposal to help you enter the core ranks of the Jin Dynasty court. Becoming Minister of Personnel would not be impossible. What do you think of my proposal?"
"I'm so scared~" Song Qingshu put on that classic obnoxious expression from television in his previous life, then quickly wiped away his smile. "But everything you said depends on one premise: that the Mongol Empire knows you've fallen into my hands.