Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Hebi Weng stood awkwardly at the entrance of the courtyard.

Qin Han raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

"Didn't Zhao Min leave? Why did you come back to deliver this message?"

Hebi Weng didn't dare to put on any airs of a senior.

"Ahem. Your Highness, how dare we, your subordinates, inquire about the reason for your visit? The Princess only said that she absolutely must invite you to come; she is waiting for you at the Ten Mile Pavilion outside the city."

Jiang Yuyan frowned. "Master, be careful, it might be a trap."

Qin Han waved his hand, "What kind of trickery could there be?"

"It's alright, you can just wait here."

"But."

Jiang Yuyan wanted to say something more.

Qin Han laughed and said, "No buts. You stay in the palace and guard Qinglu... I can go there myself."

Jiang Yuyan thought for a moment, and finally obediently nodded and went back.

Wanwan didn't stop her; she just came over with a grin.

"Good brother, is that princess jealous?"

Qin Han flicked her forehead and strode outside.

"Alright... you lead the way."

Crane Pen Elder hurriedly led the way, lacking the airs of the Xuanming Elders, acting more like an old servant.

The two walked out of the palace gate one after the other and headed east along the official road outside Xingqing Prefecture.

They walked about ten miles.

A pavilion appeared by the roadside, surrounded by mountains, forests, and vegetation. On the stone table in the center of the pavilion were two unopened jars of wine.

Zhao Min stood with her back to the official road on the steps of the pavilion, wearing a moon-white men's robe, her black hair neatly tied up with a white jade crown.

If it weren't for that exposed section of fair neck, from this distance he really would look like a young nobleman going out for a stroll.

Hebi Weng stopped when he was about three zhang away from the pavilion.

Qin Han walked in alone down the steps.

Zhao Min didn't turn around even after hearing the voice.

"Please sit down."

Qin Han walked straight to the opposite side, sat down, took the wine jar, broke the mud seal, and poured himself a full bowl.

He doesn't actually like drinking much, but he usually gives in to drinks prepared by beautiful women.

"They called me all the way out of town... surely they didn't just come all this way to buy me a drink?"

Zhao Min turned around and looked at the man in front of her.

"I heard...you had your wedding night last night?"

Qin Han's hand, which was holding a wine bowl, froze in mid-air.

This girl made no attempt to hide her jealousy.

"Yes... Is there a problem?"

Zhao Min snatched the large bowl, tilted her head back, and poured the strong liquor directly into her mouth.

He drank the wine too quickly, and it dripped down his chin, soaking a large area of ​​his collar.

"Cough...cough cough cough."

Zhao Min coughed several times from the strong liquor, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Qin Han reached out and took the empty bowl back, placing it on the table.

"If you can't hold your liquor, don't try to show off."

Zhao Min raised her sleeve and hastily wiped away the remaining wine from the corner of her mouth.

"Qin Han...you harbored murderous intent towards Kublai Khan at the martial arts training ground yesterday...are you truly planning a full-scale war with the Mongols?"

Qin Han picked up the empty bowl, poured some wine into it, and took a sip.

"Shaodaozi? It tastes just like the wine I drank when I first met Li Xunhuan."

"Minmin, how many more years do you think Temujin can live?"

Zhao Min's expression changed, but she didn't even notice Qin Han's intimate way of addressing her.

"What do you mean by that?"

Qin Han put down his wine bowl: "Given the condition of your Great Khan Temujin, he is probably already at his last gasp. If it weren't for the successor of the Flower School prolonging his life, he would probably be dead by now."

Zhao Min asked in surprise, "How do you know about the Flower Sect?!"

Qin Han smiled and said, "How would I know?"

With the help of Luo Wang's investigation, coupled with his understanding of the various characters in the storyline.

Is it so hard to know that it was the Flower Sect that extended the life of the elderly Temujin?

Qin and Han did not intend to reveal these things; they wanted to keep some mystery.

"I'll tell you that later. For now, all you need to know is that if Temujin dies..."

"Your Mongol territory is probably in complete chaos over the Khanate; those four sons he left behind are no pushovers."

Zhao Min was unaware that Qin Han had already swayed her, and simply frowned.

"Our Ruyang Prince's Mansion will absolutely not take sides."

Qin Han couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Since your Ruyang Prince's Mansion doesn't want to take sides now, the four princes, out of mutual respect, won't easily harm you. But what if they wait until a new Khan is chosen in the future?"

Zhao Min's two delicate eyebrows furrowed together.

Qin and Han continued their story.

"Your father was one of the marshals who held power in Mongolia, commanding hundreds of thousands of troops. The first thing the new Khan did upon taking power was to support his own people to take over military power."

"Will your Ruyang Prince's Mansion still be able to remain peaceful by then?"

Zhao Min opened her mouth, but swallowed back all the words she wanted to say in rebuttal.

The reason her father led a large army on campaigns for so many years was that he didn't want to get involved in the messy struggle for the throne.

But the Great Khan is now old and his health is deteriorating day by day. And the successor of the Flower School can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded.

When the Great Khan is gone, his hundreds of thousands of troops will become a target of envy.

"The Great Khan is still in power... Our Ruyang Prince's Mansion has no choice but to remain neutral."

Qin Han suddenly reached out and pulled Zhao Min into his arms with a "Dragon-Capturing Skill".

Zhao Min let out a gasp.

My first reaction wasn't to break free, but to turn my head and look at the people standing outside the pavilion.

Ah Da and Ah Er stood with their backs to us like two wooden logs, and the two Xuanming elders also turned their backs to us in tacit agreement.

Hebi Weng coughed twice on purpose and casually pulled Lu Zhangke a little further away.

These old foxes have mastered the art of pretending to be blind.

Zhao Min then realized that she was lying on the man's chest, and her cheeks were burning uncontrollably.

"Let me go right now..."

She reached out and pushed Qin Han's shoulders twice, but the force was barely more than a tickle.

Qin Han gazed at Zhao Min with deep affection.

"Minmin... if you really can't stay in Mongolia anymore, come to Sichuan and find me."

Zhao Min paused, biting her lower lip, her eyes slightly burning.

"Who do you think you are...? Why should I listen to you...?"

Qin Han extended his thumb to wipe away the tears that had seeped from the corner of her eyes.

"Because I am Qin Han, because you have me in your heart, and because your father, the Prince of Ruyang, will have to face the day when he has to hand over his military power sooner or later."

Zhao Min seemed to be provoked, tears streaming down her face, her hands gripping his collar tightly.

He tilted his head back and kissed those lips, the salty, alcohol-laden taste spreading between them.

After a while.

Zhao Min forcefully pushed Qin Han away and took two steps back, wiping her face haphazardly with her sleeve.

Turn around and face away from the exit of the pavilion.

"I...I'm leaving."

"Ah Da...prepare the horse."

Ah Da quickly agreed and trotted over to lead the horse that was tied to the tree trunk.

Zhao Min flipped herself onto the horse's back and glanced at Qin Han, who was grinning mischievously.

His face flushed red, and he raised the whip in his hand and lashed it hard on the horse's rump.

The horse neighed and galloped away into the distance.

The two elders of Xuanming and A'da and A'er quickly mounted their horses and followed closely behind.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually faded into the distance, and the pavilion returned to silence.

Qin Han's gaze swept over the grove of trees by the roadside.

"Come out when you've had your fill of watching from inside."