Wang Chongyang nodded to himself as he listened. He also knew that the Jin Dynasty's upper ranks were tangled in a web of conflicting interests. If Song Qingshu had truly seized a nation's real power all by himself so easily, even Wang Chongyang would not have believed it.
Noticing Wang Chongyang's expression, Song Qingshu pressed his advantage. "I deliberately took on this assignment. Think about it, Senior—if some other Jurchen led troops here, wouldn't Chongyang Palace have been reduced to scorched earth? If I came instead, I could at least minimize the damage."
"Oh?" Wang Chongyang's expression shifted.
Song Qingshu hurriedly continued, "Look, I deliberately left the main army at the foot of the mountain because I was worried that bringing troops up here would drag the Quanzhen Sect into war. That's why I only brought a few people up to persuade them to surrender. Who knew Daoist Qiu and the others would attack the moment we met? Then they injured Junior Sister, and in my desperation, I had no choice but to summon the Jin soldiers up the mountain."
Hearing that Song Qingshu had done so much for her, Xiaolongnü was slightly dazed. In the past, she had thought Yang Guo was the only person in the world who treated her well. Now, she discovered that there was another man who treated her just as well.
Of course, the thought merely flickered through Xiaolongnü's mind and did not stir the slightest ripple.
"Chuji truly was a little reckless." Thinking of his disciple's temperament, Wang Chongyang could not help shaking his head. "By the way, you keep calling her Junior Sister. What exactly is your relationship with the Ancient Tomb Sect?"
He could hardly help being curious. After all, he had countless ties to the Ancient Tomb Sect.
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