Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Qin Han noticed Qin Keqing's worry and first comforted her.

This delicate beauty, who had experienced the pleasures of love last night, now had nothing but the person before her in her heart and eyes. She affectionately squeezed Qin Keqing's soft, boneless hand, indicating that she did not need to worry about the war.

When Qin Han got out of bed, Qin Keqing had to get up and help him get dressed, as was her duty as a wife or concubine.

Qin Han gently pinched her pretty face.

He chuckled and joked, "Madam must have worked hard all night; she should rest well today. I'll have the servants bring over some medicinal food to help her recover."

The gentle words warmed Qin Keqing's heart, but also made her blush. She realized that she was barely wearing any clothes and that Mei Jian was standing right there.

Although they were both women, she was still a bit shy. She nodded obediently and shrank back, but her beautiful eyes never left Qin Han. She was deeply moved by Qin Han's thoughtfulness.

This is a typical patriarchal society in ancient times. The saying "Men fear choosing the wrong profession, and women fear marrying the wrong man" can be found in the most realistic reflection of this world.

This is why men hold an almost absolute position in the family. If a woman's family doesn't have much influence and doesn't care about her daughter, she will have a very difficult time in her husband's family.

In short, Qin Keqing was just an adopted daughter; apart from her beauty, she had practically nothing. Given Qin Han's deep care for her, how could she not be completely devoted to this man…

Mei Jian, as a maid, was serious about taking care of people.

Qin Han rose and immediately took the royal robes from the rack, carefully dressing him from the inner shirt to the outer robe, from the belt to the jade pendant, every movement was meticulous.

I just finished tidying up Qin Han's clothes and fastening his belt.

Zhu Jian strode in from outside. Currently, the four women, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, are the four head stewards of the Qin Prince's Mansion, responsible for coordinating and arranging all affairs.

Zhu Jian's expression was slightly different from usual.

"Master, several people have arrived outside the manor and request to see you."

"Oh? Who is it?" Qin Han frowned, wondering who would come looking for him so early in the morning.

A thought flashed through his mind: Could it be that they were sent by the Southern Song court again?

The matter concerning Jia Zhen and his son had just been resolved, and Jia Rong probably hadn't even sent Jia Zhen's ashes back yet, but the news had already reached Lin'an so quickly.

This efficiency is simply too high.

"He's Mongolian."

Bamboo Sword's answer brought Qin Han to a standstill.

"The leader claimed to be... a young prince from the Ruyang Prince's Mansion."

"The Prince of Ruyang's residence? Or the young prince?"

Upon hearing these words, Qin Han's expression became somewhat strange.

That's when it suddenly came to mind.

On Bright Peak, the six major sects besieged the Ming Cult. It was I who led the Lingjiu Palace to intervene forcefully. Now, the leaders and elders of the six major sects are probably still imprisoned in Wan'an Temple in Yuan Dadu.

The protagonist, Zhang Wuji, was supposed to go through countless hardships to reach Wan'an Temple, stage a heroic rescue of a damsel in distress, and incidentally save the six major sects.

But Zhang Wuji had already been killed by him, and he himself had inherited part of the destiny of this chosen one. By chance, he successively encountered Zhou Zhiruo, Xiao Zhao, Yang Buhui...

Could it be that even though I didn't go to Wan'an Temple, the famous Princess Zhao Min still came knocking on my door?

As for what little prince?

Qin Han didn't believe that Wang Baobao would risk her life to come to him; only a bold princess like Zhao Min would cause trouble all over the Central Plains.

The thought briefly passed through his mind, and Qin Han couldn't help but smile with amusement.

He instructed Mei Jian and Zhu Jian, "Take them to the reception room first, I will be there shortly."

"Yes."

The two women accepted the order and withdrew.

As for the Grandmaster of the Jin Kingdom outside the Iron Gate Pass, Qin Han wasn't in a hurry.

His first wife, Li Canghai, is currently in the Liao Kingdom. Yelü Hongji is personally leading the expedition, and he cannot afford to let anything happen to Yelü Hongji, so he will inevitably go with him.

The Liao army is currently launching a fierce attack on the Jin rear. Anyone who isn't a fool should know that once the rear is completely cut off, his hundreds of thousands of troops will be trapped like turtles in a jar.

With attacks from both the north and south, the annihilation of the entire army was only a matter of time.

In this situation, retreating is the only option.

As for the Grandmaster on the Ziwu Road, with Li Canghai's current strength, that Grandmaster might not necessarily be a match for his first wife.

Of course, the most important point is that Qin Han was not really going to risk his life for the corrupt Southern Song Dynasty, nor would he risk his entire fortune to fight the Jin Dynasty to the death.

Some ambitious generals knew that it was better to nurture enemies to enhance one's own prestige. The Qin and Han dynasties only needed to establish their reputation; there was no need to exterminate them completely.

It doesn't matter if we can't keep Wanyan Zongbi's more than 100,000 troops; as long as we can remove this thorn from the border and send him back to the north, that will be enough.

Now, everything should focus on consolidating Sichuan's foundation, accumulating strength, and gradually developing.

He straightened his clothes and kissed the beautiful Ke Qing's blushing face.

"You're not feeling well. I'll have Ruizhu and Baozhu make you some nourishing medicinal food later. You should sleep a little longer."

Leaving Qin Keqing blushing with emotion, I smiled and turned to walk towards the reception room.

……

The reception room of the Prince of Qin's residence.

The hall is decorated in an elegant and tasteful manner.

A magnificent landscape painting hangs on the wall, and top-grade ambergris incense burns in a bronze incense burner, with wisps of smoke rising and filling the air with a calming and tranquil aroma.

In the guest seat below the host's seat sat a young man dressed in a magnificent white brocade robe.

The young man had a face like jade, with slightly thin lips, and a handsome face. He was playing with a white jade folding fan in his hand, exuding an innate air of nobility and ease.

It was Zhao Min, a Mongolian princess disguised as a man, who had come all the way from Dadu.

Four people were standing behind her.

The two men on the left are robust and have a deep, composed aura. They are A'da and A'er from the Prince of Ruyang's mansion. A'er's martial arts have reached the Innate Realm, while A'da's martial arts have reached the pinnacle.

The two people on the right are instantly memorable.

A tall, thin man, resembling a bamboo pole, was none other than Lu Zhangke, a womanizer.

The other was equally impressive, but with a dark complexion; he was Crane Pen Elder, a heavy drinker.

The two were none other than the infamous Xuanming Elders, a notorious figure in the martial arts world.

They simply stood there, yet they unconsciously exuded a chilling aura.

Both were genuine, veteran-level masters, and their Xuanming Divine Palm technique was extremely vicious, causing countless heroes to meet their demise on the spot.

In particular, when the two join forces, they can even fight against established figures at the level of grandmasters.

Bringing two experts and two grandmasters to visit, these can be considered the top experts under Zhao Min's command, making this trip quite grand.

As Zhao Min was examining the furnishings of the reception room and secretly assessing Qin Han's taste, footsteps came from outside the room.

"The Prince has arrived!"

With a loud shout from the guard outside the door, Qin Han strode in.

Today he was dressed in a black robe with gold patterns, representing his status as the King of Shu. He did not deliberately exude an aura as he walked, but a sense of authority over life and death naturally arose.