Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The Golden Wheel Monk clasped his hands together, leaned slightly forward, and had a mysterious smile on his lips.

"Princess, our scouts have just reported that Qin Han had Lu Wende, the garrison commander of Xiangyang, executed by slow slicing in the street, and all those connected to Lu Wende were also beheaded."

Behind the desk, Zhao Min sat dressed in a white brocade robe, twirling a jade-ribbed folding fan in her hand, her thoughts wandering elsewhere.

After hearing this, the folding fan snapped shut.

Her eyes lit up first, then two red patches spread from her ears up to her neck.

"That damned Qin Han, he never stops causing trouble wherever he goes, he's here to stir up trouble again!"

Seeing her like this, the Golden Wheel Dharma King's doubts completely disappeared.

Back in the capital of the Qing Dynasty, Qin Han told him that he and the princess were in love. At that time, he was skeptical and thought that the boy was probably just being all talk.

But when he returned to Mongolia and told the princess about it, her reaction was completely off.

When the prince and the young master pressed him for answers, he cursed fiercely and jumped up and down, saying it was all nonsense, but the look in his eyes showed no real disgust.

Now, upon hearing news of Qin Han, he once again displays this expression of both anger and amusement.

If there's nothing to it, then the Golden Wheel Monk would write his name backwards.

Thinking of this, he deliberately added fuel to the fire.

"Princess, it seems that Qin Han really cares about you. He cleared away all the obstacles in the city for you as soon as he arrived. Perhaps he wants to give you a big gift."

"A big gift?"

Zhao Min was stunned for a moment and didn't respond.

When she realized what it meant, her cheeks turned even redder, and she grabbed the command token from the table, ready to hit him on the head.

What does it mean to clear obstacles for me?

What do you mean by giving me a big gift?

Was this old monk truly obtuse or was he doing it on purpose?

Because of his mouth, the entire Mongolian upper class now thinks she's having an affair with Qin Han, which makes her father look at her strangely, and her brother does too, as if she could sell Mongolia for a man at any time.

But this whole thing is completely fabricated.

"I'm so angry!"

Zhao Min stood up and paced back and forth in the tent, her steps becoming increasingly hurried.

No, I can't swallow this insult.

She stopped and rolled her eyes twice.

"Pass on the order!"

"Send someone to deliver a letter of challenge to Qin Han in the city."

The corners of his mouth slowly curved upwards, carrying a hint of something indescribable.

"I have long admired the name of the King of Shu, and tonight I wish to follow the example of the ancients and discuss heroes with him over wine in front of the two armies."

"If he dares to go to the meeting alone, our Mongol army will retreat three times and will not attack the city for three days."

The Golden Wheel Monk paused for a moment, then clapped his hands.

"Brilliant, Princess, your plan is brilliant! Qin Han has always been arrogant and will surely come. Then we'll lay a trap..."

"Who said we were going to lay a trap?"

Zhao Min rolled her eyes at him.

Based on what Qin and Han have demonstrated, unless heavy firepower or a grandmaster personally intervenes, they can't stop anyone.

She was calculating in her mind.

I want to ask him properly in front of both armies why he talked nonsense to the Golden Wheel Monk back then.

Of course, the main purpose was to test the Qin and Han dynasties' ideas.

Xiangyang City, Prefectural Governor's Residence.

Qin Han ordered that Lü Wende's property be confiscated and used entirely as military funds.

A challenge letter with gold lettering was presented to him.

Huang Rong took it and glanced at it, her expression changing immediately.

"Your Highness, this Mongolian demoness is cunning and treacherous; we must not fall for her tricks!"

Guo Jing, who was sitting to the side, had his complexion noticeably improved after Qin Han used the Dragon God Skill to clear the toxins from his body. Hearing this, his brows furrowed.

"Your Highness, this is clearly a trap."

"Your status is so high, how could you risk your life? I am willing to go in your place!"

He still had some inexplicable awkwardness about Qin Han's way of doing things, but he was clear about the major issues. Qin Han was here to help Xiangyang, and he couldn't let him die outside.

Qin Han took the challenge letter, glanced at what was written on it, and suddenly laughed. His laugh was casual, and he didn't seem nervous at all.

"A trap?"

He threw the challenge letter onto the table.

"There is no banquet in the world that I dare not attend."

He knew Zhao Min too well. Rather than wanting to ambush and kill him, this girl wanted to confront him directly and find out what was going on with him.

"I appreciate your kindness, Master Guo."

Qin Han patted Guo Jing on the shoulder, sending a gentle stream of internal energy to stabilize his injuries.

"What you should do right now is to recover and protect this city."

I turned to look outside and saw that it was already getting dark.

"I'll go and meet that Mongolian princess."

Looking at his nonchalant attitude, Huang Rong had a thought—perhaps he really had the confidence to not be afraid.

That night.

Qin Han first went to see Guo Jing's youngest daughter, Guo Xiang. The little girl was still young and had a delicate, pink face. He reached out and touched her head.

Guo Jing and his wife, along with a group of soldiers, stood at the back, their eyes filled with worry.

He changed into black clothes, led a black horse, and walked out of the prefect's mansion alone.

Guo Fu stood in a corner at the back of the crowd, watching that lone figure walk away, her chest tightening inexplicably.

During the day, this person executed Lü Wende in front of everyone using the most decisive method.

At that moment, she felt that this person was too ruthless.

But now he's heading alone into the Mongol camp, all for Xiangyang.

She remembered what her mother had said to her in private.

"Fu'er, that King Qin Han of Shu is no ordinary person. Neither you nor I can handle him. Don't act like a spoiled princess when you see him in the future. He has no one to take care of him... You have to make the decision yourself. Sometimes, if you miss it, it's really gone."

She was unconvinced at the time.

Now, watching that figure grow smaller and smaller in the night, she suddenly realized that her mother might have been right.

My father is like a mountain, solid and reliable, giving me peace of mind when I lean on him.

But this person is different.

However, he only cared about his sister and didn't even glance at me. An inexplicable emptiness slowly crept up on me.

Outside Xiangyang City, on the battlefield between the two armies.

Tens of thousands of Mongol cavalrymen formed a square formation, with torches burning in rows, stretching from nearby to the distant horizon.

Qin Han, alone on horseback, walked a hundred paces to the front of the battle and reined in his horse.

His gaze swept over her, but his face remained expressionless.

The Mongol army split in the middle, making way for them.

There were no swordsmen or axemen lying in ambush, nor were there archers or crossbowmen hiding on either side.

A girl dressed in fiery red, riding a pure white horse, slowly walked out of the formation.

She wasn't wearing any headdress; her black hair was casually tied back with a red ribbon. Her skin was very fair, and her features were extremely beautiful. Her eyebrows and eyes carried a sharp, heroic air, as well as a hint of cunning that she couldn't hide.

There was something else mixed in with that gaze, not easy to discern.

The firelight shone on her, her red clothes and white horse making her stand out conspicuously among the black-armored cavalry.

I haven't seen Zhao Min for over a year.