Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The firelight reflected in Zhao Min's eyes, flickering between light and shadow.

She rode on her white horse, looking over from a hundred paces away, a smile on her lips, a hint of provocation in her eyes, as if she were examining something new, mixed with a trace of unease that she herself probably didn't even notice.

Qin Han looked at her, finding it quite interesting.

This girl is really bold, riding out all by herself, isn't she afraid that I'll kidnap her and run away?

"Your Highness, I still think the title 'King of Shu' sounds better than 'King of Qin.' How have you been?"

Zhao Min has a clear and bright voice.

"I've prepared some wine in my tent. Does Your Highness have the courage to come in and have a seat?"

Without waiting for a response, he turned his horse and rode deep into the army formation. His bright red clothes stood out conspicuously among the rows of black-armored cavalry.

Qin Han smiled, spurred his horse, and followed.

The Mongol army parted to make way for him, and then slowly closed in again after he had passed.

On the city wall, Guo Jing and Huang Rong exchanged a glance, neither of them uttering a sound, but their hands clenched tightly in unison.

There was no fighting or swordplay in the central command tent.

A low table was placed in the center, with two jars of wine, a few small dishes, and a thick Persian carpet on the floor.

Zhao Min changed into a white long dress, the kind often worn by Mongolian noblewomen. Her long hair was loose, and the heroic spirit she had when she was riding a horse was much less, replaced by a more feminine charm.

She sat cross-legged behind the low table, poured herself a full glass of wine, and pushed it towards him, her eyes fixed on him.

"The Qin and Han dynasties, let's not beat around the bush."

"I know what you want, and you should know what I want too."

Qin Han picked up the wine cup and brought it to his nose to smell it. Could this be Mongolian milk wine?

I just don't know if it's cow's milk or mare's milk.

"Oh? Then tell me, Princess, what do I want?"

Zhao Min leaned forward slightly, her eyes shining.

"Your ambition is great; you want the world."

"But the Southern Song Dynasty was in such a mess that it didn't deserve you. People like Jia Sidao and Cai Jing would only treat you as a second Yue Fei."

"If you help them defend Xiangyang, they can set up a trap for you in Lin'an later."

She paused for a moment, and without beating around the bush, she revealed her hand.

"Let's join forces."

"I will persuade my father to withdraw his troops, and I will give you the entire Jingzhou region."

"As for the conditions... you must abandon the Southern Song Dynasty, return to Dadu with me, and marry me."

"You be your king, I will be my queen. When the Mongols unify the world, you will be the Song King of the Central Plains."

After saying that, he stared at Qin Han without moving, waiting for his reply.

She felt that these conditions were generous enough, and any man with a bit of ambition would find them irresistible.

Qin Han couldn't help but laugh after hearing this.

He got up, walked around the low table, and went toward Zhao Min.

Zhao Min unconsciously shrank back a little.

"What...are you laughing at?"

Qin Han did not respond to this.

He walked up to her and stopped, placed one hand on the low table, leaned down, and wrapped his entire body around her.

"Your conditions are quite good."

"Just one question."

Zhao Min's breathing became uneven due to his pressure.

"Wha...what's the problem?"

"None of the things you promised were up to you."

He dissected it sentence by sentence.

"Did your father approve of the withdrawal of troops from Jingzhou and Xiangyang? Does your Khan know about my marriage?"

"You're taking something from someone else's pocket to exchange for something I can have myself."

He paused for a moment.

"I think I lost out on this deal."

Zhao Min's eyelids twitched.

The things she had prepared with so much care were completely dismantled by his three sentences. She opened her mouth to refute him.

Qin Han had already wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her tightly into his arms.

Zhao Min cried out and crashed into his chest.

The face loomed large before my eyes.

Then my lips were sealed, pressed down with an irresistible force.

"Well……"

Zhao Min's eyes widened suddenly, and her mind went completely blank.

Why so suddenly!

She tried to push him away, but couldn't; his arm was wrapped around her, preventing her from moving.

The man's scent, mixed with the smell of alcohol, filled her nostrils, making her weak all over, and her struggle gradually faded away.

Right at this moment.

The curtain was partially lifted from the outside.

The Golden Wheel Monk poked half his head in, about to open his mouth to ask what was going on.

"County... uh!"

The words caught in her throat.

He stood there stunned for a full two breaths, his old face turning purple, and he quickly pulled his head back, also pulling the curtain shut tightly.

"Amitabha Buddha... I'm so sorry..."

The Golden Wheel Dharma King stood outside the tent, silently reciting the mantra three times in his heart, but he still couldn't suppress the shock he felt.

It seems that Qin Han's words to him in the capital, that he and the princess were in love, were true.

If this gets back to Dadu, what will His Highness Prince Ruyang's face look like...?

Forget it, I'll just keep it inside me.

I won't go back and blabber this time.

Inside the tent.

Zhao Min also noticed the fleeting figure from a moment ago, and her whole body, from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears, burned with embarrassment and anger.

She used her last bit of strength to push twice, but the force was so weak it was as if she hadn't pushed at all.

It took Qin Han quite a while to loosen up.

Zhao Min leaned against him, panting. Her face was flushed red, and her eyes were filled with shame and anger, as well as something she herself couldn't quite understand.

Qin Han lowered his head and pinched her chin with his fingers.

The voice was kept very low.

"Your conditions just now were too narrow-minded."

It paused for a moment.

"You Mongols want the world, and so do I. When I conquer the world, you won't have to give me anything in return. Out of respect for you, I won't be ruthless."

The last sentence was whispered in her ear.

"Because I have always treated my women extremely well."

Zhao Min bit her lower lip and didn't move, feeling that this man was too arrogant. But thinking about his achievements in just a few years, she couldn't help but admire him.

Especially considering that the Great Khan is old and there is now fierce competition among his subordinates for the Khan's position, if Qin Han really agrees...

The princes below might not necessarily accept Qin Han.

"retreat."

Qin Han's voice rang out again.

"And now, the entire city of Xiangyang, from the inside out, only listens to me."

Zhao Min lowered her eyelids, her lips curved slightly, but she didn't respond to Qin Han's words.

However, Qin Han could tell that she was already planning a new strategy.

This girl is really interesting.

When we left the Mongol camp, the sky was already turning white.

Qin Han rode his horse toward Xiangyang, his mind racing with thoughts of how to gradually take over Guo Jing's military power and the Beggars' Sect's foothold in the city after Zhao Min's retreat.

As they passed a grove of trees outside the city, the horse suddenly snorted, stopped in its tracks, and thrashed about twice, refusing to move.

Qin Han looked up, his gaze sweeping into the depths of the forest.

A figure dressed in red slowly emerged from the shadows of the trees.

"It's been a long time, Young Master Qin."