The two men were close enough that Ouyang Feng did not mind such a small joke at all. He shot Song Qingshu a sidelong glance and cackled. "Compared to you, little brother, my tricks are hardly worth mentioning."
Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly at the praise, though he did not quite agree. In terms of clever schemes, he was probably superior to Ouyang Feng. But when it came to ruthlessness, he truly could not match him.
After laughing for a while, Ouyang Feng could not help frowning. "With your help, I have some confidence in making Huang Rong remarry. But that fool Guo Jing is stubborn and upright. Making him do something that wrongs Huang Rong will probably be harder than reaching the heavens."
"Is that so?" Song Qingshu replied noncommittally, yet the scene of Zhao Min and Hua Zheng at the inn surfaced in his mind. Strictly speaking, Hua Zheng had been Guo Jing's fiancée. Yet because of the enmity between their nations, coupled with Huang Rong's intervention, the two had ultimately failed to end up together.
Hua Zheng had originally been a forthright grassland woman, but when Song Qingshu had last seen her, her face had been full of sorrow and frailty, making her seem more like a delicate young lady from a great Jiangnan family.
Assuming Song Qingshu had no solution either, Ouyang Feng said, "There is no need to rush this. We can think of a way slowly. There is always a way when the cart reaches the mountain. Still, I need to tell you about yesterday's assassin."
At the mention of Yang Miaozhen, Song Qingshu snapped back to attention and listened intently.
It turned out that Yang Miaozhen had lured Qiu Qianren into a prearranged ambush yesterday. Had Ouyang Feng not arrived in time, Qiu Qianren