Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

At dusk.

The horse-drawn carriage followed the hard, dry dirt road into Huaiyuan Town.

With the Western Xia marriage proposal ceremony to be held soon, the Western Xia soldiers at the city gate were checking the travel permits of passersby one by one.

Qin Han looked outside. This place was a necessary route to Xingqing Prefecture, and there were many people coming and going.

The leader, a Western Xia man with a half-beard, wore leather armor and carried a knife. After taking the invitation and reading the words on it, he quickly bowed.

"So it's Your Highness, the King of Qin. I've been disrespectful."

He respectfully returned the invitation, somewhat embarrassed, "Your Highness, once we enter the territory of Western Xia, these cavalrymen are not allowed to enter. All distinguished guests who come to participate in the marriage proposal are subject to the same procedure. Please bear with us."

Qin Han carefully put the things away and didn't make things difficult for this nobody.

"It's alright."

After he got out of the car, he looked at the people leading the group behind him.

"Find a place to camp outside the city; you don't need to go inside."

The commander bowed and agreed.

The garrison commander then pointed into the town.

"If Your Highness wishes to find a place to rest, there are inns prepared for you in the city. I will arrange for someone to show you the way."

Qin Han looked at the shops in the city.

"No need to trouble yourself, we'll just wander around and find a place to stay ourselves."

The general quickly stepped aside to make way for them.

This time, Wanwan wore embroidered shoes, but her ankles were not covered, and the Western Xia soldiers next to her glanced at them several times.

Ignoring the stares of others, she moved directly toward Qin Han.

"Qin Lang, I'm a little hungry. Let's find a place to get something to eat."

Shi Feixuan, wearing a veil, walked behind, secretly sighing that she was indeed a demonic witch from the Demonic Sect, and tightened her grip on the sword in her hand.

After settling the carriage and horses, Jiang Yuyan followed closely behind.

White smoke billowed from the stoves selling mutton on the street, and the aroma of grease mixed with cumin filled the air. Passersby would occasionally glance at Wanwan and Shi Feixuan.

A young man from Western Xia, reeking of alcohol, walked out of the restaurant in front.

He was followed by several burly men, who immediately stood in front of Wanwan when they saw her.

"Oh my, this young lady is really beautiful!"

He stared at Wanwan for a few moments.

"Come on, let's go to my mansion for a drink. My father is the garrison commander of this city, and I'm in charge of this street."

The young man stretched out his arm to pull the person away. Although Jiang Yuyan and Wanwan didn't get along, there were times when she had to act.

He rushed up and slapped her across the face.

The young man from Western Xia was knocked down towards a wooden window on the street. His body crashed into the hall, scattering broken pieces of wood all over the floor. The burly men behind him were all stunned.

Jiang Yuyan turned to look at them.

"Get lost, or I'll gouge your eyes out!"

The group of men quickly ran into the restaurant, dragged the man off the ground, and ran away. The man who had been beaten was still yelling, "You hit me? Do you know who my father is? Even my parents have never hit me like this. You just wait!"

Wanwan was laughing behind.

"I really like Yu Yan's way of doing things now."

Jiang Yuyan turned her head away and ignored her, letting out a snort.

Qin Han ignored this little incident and stepped into a restaurant with a fairly large storefront next door.

The restaurant owner had a complete view of what was happening outside and knew that many nobles and princes would be visiting Western Xia soon.

The three women beside the man were no less beautiful than a princess, and were clearly of high status. They hurriedly came over to fawn over him with smiles.

"Please come upstairs, distinguished guests. There are private rooms on the second floor, so you won't be disturbed by anyone."

Qin Han went down the stairs to the second floor to a room by the window, which was blocked by a wooden screen. He could see pedestrians on the street from the window.

Wanwan sat down next to him and flipped through a couple of pages of the menu.

"The mutton from Western Xia must be quite good. Would you like to try this roasted lamb leg, young master?"

Shi Feixuan placed her sword on her lap and looked outside the screen, while Jiang Yuyan stood behind Qin Han, watching Wanwan warily.

The shop assistant brought over tea and dried fruit and set out the bowls and chopsticks. Qin Han took a sip of hot tea and peered into the lobby through the crack.

A few people walked in from the downstairs entrance.

The young man leading the group was dressed in a white robe and held a folding fan; he didn't look like an ordinary person.

Following behind was a sorrowful woman dressed in Mongolian clothing, and at the very back was a high-ranking monk in a red robe and two old men.

Qin Han subtly peered over and discovered that the white-robed young man was none other than Zhao Min.

Those two old men were the Xuanming Elders.

The large monk behind him is none other than the Golden Wheel Monk of Mongolia.

How did this woman end up in Western Xia?

Zhao Min found a table in a corner below, a spot right next to the bottom of Qin Han's house, as the wooden restaurant was soundproof.

He deliberately tried to eavesdrop, and the voices from below floated up to him.

Zhao Min poured a glass of water and pushed it over.

"Auntie, have some water. Don't look so gloomy. I brought you here to relax."

Hua Zheng fiddled with the corner of her clothes for a long time without looking up.

"Minmin, I... he returned the bow I sent over earlier."

Zhao Min drank the water a little slowly, her voice carrying a hint of disappointment.

"So what if it's returned? Auntie, where can you find someone as good as you? He's just blind."

Hua Zheng sighed.

"My father wanted me to contact him, but he..."

Zhao Min tapped on the table.

"Aunt, don't dwell on the past. Guo Jing and Huang Rong already have two daughters... Just listen to what the Khan is saying. Guo Jing was willing to leave you for Huang Rong back then, so he can't possibly turn back now."

"And think about it carefully, is his insistence on staying in Xiangyang really entirely because of Huang Rong?"

Hua Zheng stood there, stunned. She had always thought that Huang Rong had stolen Guo Jing from her.

If her father hadn't asked her to try contacting Guo Jing, she wouldn't have written the letter and sent the token.

"What else could it be for?"

Zhao Min spoke earnestly, as if she were the elder.

"Ultimately, he's a Han Chinese. Although Guo Jing grew up in our region, he's still Han Chinese at heart. It's his nature to cherish his origins. Besides... besides, his mother died on the grasslands..."

Hua Zheng bit her lip and remained silent for a long time.

The Golden Wheel Monk and the Two Elders of Xuanming, standing nearby, kept their eyes downcast and their thoughts to themselves, letting the important person's words go in one ear and out the other.

Qin Han heard these words clearly from above; that woman was Princess Huazheng.

Was it really true that Temujin was on his deathbed, as rumored?!

She's still not giving up on Guo Jing and wants Hua Zheng to win her back?!

Zhao Min, on the other hand, clearly understood Guo Jing's thoughts.

This trip to Xixia was definitely not just for casually strolling around with Hua Zheng.

Zhao Min turned to look at the Golden Wheel Monk.

"Your Majesty, what is the current state of Guo Jing's martial arts skills?"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King opened his eyes.

"He has mastered the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to the point of being able to unleash them at will, and he can also use the Nine Yin Manual in conjunction with them. However, this humble monk's Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill has already reached the tenth level. If he were to encounter Guo Jing again, this humble monk would be slightly better than him."

Zhao Min frowned, somewhat suspicious, but not wanting to say it directly.

"A 40/60 split?"

After thinking it over, the Golden Wheel Monk didn't get too carried away.

"More or less."

Zhao Min didn't say anything more, just lowered her head and drank water, inwardly blaming that jerk for not looking for her after withdrawing his troops.

Qin Han was also thinking about something.

The fact that the Mongolian Grand Preceptor and the princess of the royal palace came here together clearly indicates that Temujin's side also had their eyes on this marriage proposal.

Could it be that one of the Mongolian princes has come to participate in the marriage selection?

In the past two years, several princes under Genghis Khan have been vying for territory and military merit everywhere, all in order to inherit the throne in the future.

If one of the princes could actually bring the Western Xia over through a marriage alliance, that would undoubtedly be a huge boost.

If this goes through, it will definitely be a huge problem.

Wanwan noticed that Qin Han was deep in thought, so she leaned over and asked him a question.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?"

Qin Han used his chopsticks to pick up some meat from the plate and fed it to Wanwan.

"Eat your roasted lamb."

"Cough...cough cough..."

Wanwan coughed twice, feeling quite choked by the chopsticks.