Meng Taiqi roared, "Arrogant fools! Your Great Zhou only defeated our Mongol Kingdom through dirty, underhanded tricks. What have you got to be smug about?"
"Oh? Do you feel the same way, Third Prince Jin?"
Jin San immediately waved his hands, his dark-ringed eyes narrowing into crescents. "No, no. Everyone in Great Jin stands united. We certainly have no traitors working against us from within. It's just... the Marquis of Zhennan's methods were hardly honorable. Sending brothel women to work their tricks in secret-that's hardly the work of a real man, is it?"
"All's fair in war. Don't you understand that, Third Prince Jin?"
"Besides, if your general hadn't been so lustful and let his drinking get in the way of his duties, the cartload of beauties I sent could never have burned down your granary. Can you blame me for that?"
Zhou Yunshen curled his lips in a careless smile, looking every inch the dissolute young noble.
Jin San stared at his face as though he wanted to gouge two bloody holes into it with his eyes.
Jin San sneered. "Only the Marquis of Zhennan could find so many beauties in the middle of a war. You must know your way around such things very well. Your wife had better be careful, hadn't she?"
Zhou Yunshen thought, You bastard. So this was where you were waiting to ambush me!
"That's not quite fair, Third Prince Jin. How do you know singing girls don't understand the grief of a fallen nation? When you marched on our country, all of us had a duty to do our utmost. Women from brothels aren't cowards, either."
"You're... that Goddess?"
Lan Ruoyue rose, neither servile nor overbearing. "I am Lan Ruoyue, a commoner. Greetings, Third Prince Jin."
"What an eloquent woman. The women of