“Proof of allegiance?” Daiqisi was montarily stunned. “What kind of proof?”
Song Qingshu looked into her sowhat evasive eyes and couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re a smart woman, Madam. Why make
spell it out? Surely you don’t expect
to naively believe you based on just your word?”
In The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, the Purple-robed Dragon King was a woman who appeared deeply devoted but was actually quite fickle. Her devotion was reserved solely for her husband, Han Qianye; towards everyone else, she was cold and detached.
The Butterfly Bone dical Immortal, Hu Qingniu, had saved her life, yet she killed him without batting an eye.
Everyone from the top, Yang Dingtian, down to the lowest disciples on Bright Peak, had treated her exceptionally well. Yet, for a man she had only t once, she betrayed all these friends. Even more absurdly, that man was an enemy of the Ming Cult.
When the Ming Cult severed ties with her, only the Golden-Haired Lion King, Xie Xun, attended her wedding. The couple’s nicknas, “Golden Flower Granny” and “Silver Leaf Gentleman,” were derived from the wedding gifts Xie Xun had given them. Yet later, she sched to obtain Xie Xun’s Dragon-Slaying Saber and showed no concern when she saw him in crisis.
Even towards her own daughter, Xiao Zhao, she displayed little maternal love. When Xiao Zhao was still very young, Daiqisi forced her to disguise herself as an ugly creature and infiltrate Bright Peak to steal the Heaven and Earth Great Shift. For a non-Ming Cult mber, Bright Peak was akin to a dragon’s den or a tiger’s lair. The slightest misstep would have led to Xiao Zhao’s utter ruin. For a mother to be so ruthless truly showed her heartlessness.
Of course, if she were the novel’s heroine, these flaws wouldn’t be an issue. Many heroines share this temperant, caring only for their own man and nothing else. Won like Zhao Min and Huang Rong had similar personalities in their youth. However, because their n were the protagonists of their stories, their actions were enjoyed by readers. Daiqisi’s husband, Han Qianye, was rely a side character. From a reader’s perspective, she naturally seed vicious and cold.
Song Qingshu wasn’t sure if he was the protagonist of this chaotic world, and it was clear Daiqisi did not love him. How could he easily trust her?
Daiqisi quickly regained her composure. “What will it take for you to believe ?”
Song Qingshu refilled his glass with wine, leaned back in his chair, and drank leisurely. “That, Madam, is for you to figure out.”
Daiqisi’s expression shifted rapidly, first showing confusion, then uncertainty. “Should I swear an oath of loyalty to you?”
Song Qingshu shook his finger. “Oaths are the most unreliable things in this world. Ming Zun is the true god of all Ming Cult disciples. Every mber swears allegiance to him upon joining, but look what happens.”
“Then what do you suggest!” Daiqisi, already suspecting his intentions, spoke less politely.
Song Qingshu reached out, pulled Daiqisi’s soft wai$t, and drew her into his , I’ll scream!” They were in a carriage, and although Song Qingshu had ordered the soldiers to keep their distance, her cries would still be heard.
“Go ahead. The people outside are my subordinates. Do you think they’ll help you or ?” Song Qingshu found this amusing.
Daiqisi bit her lip and glared at him hatefully. “As the Imperial Consort, you must care about your reputation. If this gets back to the court and you’re impeached, you’ll be in serious trouble.”
Song Qingshu laughed. “Have you forgotten that I’m also the King of the Golden Serpent Camp now?”
“You!” Daiqisi was speechless. Only now did she realize she seed utterly powerless against him.
Knock, knock, knock!
A knock ca at the carriage door.
Daiqisi breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had found a savior.
“Co in,” Song Qingshu said calmly, without stopping his actions.
Daiqisi froze. Was he not even going to try to hide this? How could she let anyone see her in this state?
Unfortunately, things didn’t go as she wished. The door opened, and she had no choice but to bury her face in Song Qingshu’s chest, hoping to avoid being recognized.
Song Qingshu chuckled inwardly.
Daiqisi was usually clever, but in critical monts, she resorted to ostrich-like behavior.
When Pucha Qiucao entered and saw the scene inside the carriage, she couldn’t hide her disdain. She had heard that Tang Kuo Bian had brought a mysterious woman along on this trip and thought he was bold, considering he had a princess waiting at ho. Now, seeing him act so brazenly in front of her, she realized he wasn’t just bold—he was utterly lawless.
“Marshal, it’s getting late. Should we order the camp to be set up?” Pucha Qiucao asked coldly.
“Of course. Everyone must be tired after a long day. Let’s stop here,” Song Qingshu replied.
Pucha Qiucao nodded expressionlessly and withdrew.
Song Qingshu noticed her look of disdain but didn’t care. He had no interest in this young girl and wasn’t concerned with her opinions.
To be fair, although Pucha Qiucao was flat-che$ted and had a small bottom, she was still a beauty. However, Song Qingshu was surrounded by devastatingly stunning won, and Pucha Qiucao’s looks weren’t enough to catch his attention. Besides, she was engaged to Yang Guo…
‘Yang Guo has suffered enough.’ Song Qingshu felt no need to add to his misery.
In the end, Song Qingshu released Daiqisi. As the army’s commander, he needed to appear before his subordinates and attend to his duties.
“Brother Song, if I were thirty years younger, I might have been jealous of your incredible luck with w0n,” Ouyang Feng remarked, watching Song Qingshu carry a flushed Daiqisi into a tent. He was one of the few who knew Daiqisi’s identity. The Purple-robed Dragon King’s beauty had been renowned throughout the martial world, and he, too, had been captivated by her in his youth.
“Brother Feng, you flatter . Everyone in the martial world knows that although the Western Poison is venomous, he has never been one for w0n,” Song Qingshu replied with a laugh.
“Although I’m not fond of w0n, I’m still a man,” Ouyang Feng said gloomily. “Every ti I see you, you’re with a different w0man, and each one is a devastatingly enchanting siren. I have no idea how you manage to charm them all.”
“I’m a respectable man. How could my actions be called charming?” Song Qingshu chuckled.
Ouyang Feng smiled knowingly. “If Ke’er were still alive, the two of you would have gotten along well.” His tone was filled with nostalgia.
“The departed are gone. I hope you can find peace, Brother Feng,” Song Qingshu said, then abruptly changed the subject. “But I’ll say sothing that might get
punched: if Ouyang Ke were still alive, we’d be thanking heaven if we didn’t end up fighting over w0n. How could we ever be friends?”
Ouyang Feng imagined the two of them competing for w0n and couldn’t help but smile. “That’s true. But Ke’er was no match for you. Most likely, you would have toyed with him to death.”
Ouyang Feng had spent considerable ti in the Prince Hailing’s residence and knew that Wanyan Liang, despite his high intelligence and capabilities, had been utterly crushed by Song Qingshu. Witnessing Wanyan Liang fall from his peak to utter ruin at Song Qingshu’s hands had left a deep impression on him.
Song Qingshu quickly put on a horrified expression. “Brother Feng, we know each other well. You know I’ve never had any interest in n!”
Ouyang Feng was taken aback, realizing the double aning in his earlier words. His expression turned strange, and he laughed. “You’re the only one in the world who would dare joke with
like this.”
Song Qingshu smiled. “Because we’re friends.”
“Yes, we are friends.” Ouyang Feng sighed emotionally. Now that he was older, he had a different appreciation for a word he had once scorned.
Noticing Song Qingshu occasionally glancing toward the tent, Ouyang Feng burst into laughter. “Well, I won’t keep you. ‘A mont of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold.’ I’m not so tactless. I’ll go find Old Qiu for a drink.” With that, he strode away.
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