Wanyan Liang had always planned before acting. Without absolute confidence, he would never make a move. Thus, everyone had been agonizing over this matter lately. Although they had taken the opportunity of the Huan Yi Yuan affair to show goodwill toward Pucha Shijie, the time had been too short. That small favor was nowhere near enough to pull Puchá Ahute's faction onto their chariot.
Thinking of this, Wanyan Liang ground his teeth in hatred for Yang Guo. He had spent so much effort finding Yang Guo among the common folk, having him acknowledge his ancestry, and then placing him in a crucial position at the Shangshu Province. First, he had wanted to win over Prince Zhao Wanyan Honglie's faction. Second, he had wanted to use Yang Guo's marriage to Puchá Ahute's daughter, Pucha Qiucao. Since Yang Guo belonged to his camp, Puchá Ahute would at least show him some consideration. Even if he did not help him, he would most likely remain neutral. Who could have expected Yang Guo to flee at the critical moment and reduce all his painstaking efforts to nothing?
So when he heard that Tudan Jing had a way to transfer away this force loyal to the imperial family, how could Wanyan Liang not be thrilled?
Recalling everything Song Qingshu had told her earlier, Tudan Jing's lips curved slightly. "When Prince attended the Golden Snake Assembly, didn't you run into Mongols at an inn?"
"That's right." Wanyan Liang's expression immediately darkened. Back then, when he had encountered Zhao Min's group, he had been deeply impressed by the legendary Princess Shaomin's beauty. However, the Mongols had many experts under their command. They had left him battered and humiliated, and he had nearly failed to return alive. It was hardly a pleasant memory.
"I remember Prince mentioning that