Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The following day, at dusk.

Ten miles outside the city gates, Qin Han has come to keep his appointment today.

From afar, one could see the white horse on the official road, and the figure on it dressed in red.

Zhao Min didn't bring many attendants with her; even the Eight Heroes of Divine Arrows and the Two Elders of Xuanming were waiting a hundred paces away.

Qin Han moved his feet slightly, each step covering ten meters, and soon arrived in front of the pavilion.

"I thought you had left."

"I also thought that the King of Qin was so happy that he forgot about Shu and wouldn't come today."

Qin Han could hear the resentment in her tone. He had been in seclusion for almost half a month, and this girl had been waiting for him the whole time.

"Since the princess has summoned me, how could I dare not come?"

Zhao Min dismounted and looked up at the man in front of her.

"You seem to be having a great time, marrying so many women in your wedding... and each one more beautiful than the last."

Qin Han knew that discussing this with a woman was completely insane, so he simply put his arm around her waist.

Zhao Min placed her hands on his chest, trying to create some distance between them.

"You, you let me go!"

Qin Han lowered his head and sealed the other person's lips with his.

Zhao Min's eyes widened, and she punched the man's shoulder a few times with her small fists.

But this little bit of struggling effort had no effect on Qin and Han.

The Eight Heroes of the Divine Sword and the Two Elders of Xuanming knew that this was the princess meeting her lover, so they wisely turned their backs to each other.

Qin Han felt that the person in his arms was having difficulty breathing, so he slowly loosened his arms.

Zhao Min gasped for breath, and after a long while, she finally managed to say, "You...you're a complete bastard..."

Qin Han raised his hand and used his thumb to wipe away the water stains on the corner of her mouth.

"What urgent matter has happened that made you rush back so quickly?"

Zhao Min pretended to be angry and turned her face away from him.

"The Great Khan Temujin has suddenly fallen seriously ill. Among the four princes, Tolui and Kublai are the most powerful, and they are now secretly mobilizing troops."

Qin Han frowned; he hadn't received this news yet.

"So, is your Ruyang Prince's Mansion going to take sides?"

Zhao Min turned to look at him, her expression somewhat worried.

"My father is now caught in the middle, with people on both sides pressuring him to take sides."

If I delay my return any longer, the Prince of Ruyang's residence may find it difficult to remain neutral this time.

Qin Han placed his hand on her waist.

"Is there anything I can do to help you with this?"

Zhao Min gently shook her head and took out a silver-white short dagger from her bosom.

The dagger's sheath was inlaid with a ruby, which she then placed in Qin Han's palm.

"This is a Mongolian woman's personal dagger, called the chastity dagger, which only her husband is allowed to carry."

Qin Han looked at the dagger in his palm, unsure of what to say.

"Qin Han! Remember this: you took my dagger today. If you ever dare to betray me again, I will definitely lead my troops to raze your Sichuan to the ground."

Then they'll lock you up in their mansion, starve you, and make you herd sheep on the desert grasslands every day!

Qin Han found it amusing to see her making such a threatening statement.

"Oh, Minmin, are you really willing to part with it?"

Zhao Min bit her lower lip and pushed him hard against his chest again.

"Then you try it yourself and see if I'm really willing to part with it!"

Qin Han stopped teasing her and put the dagger back into his pocket.

"Be careful on your way back. Temujin is still alive, so don't rush to express your opinion no matter what happens."

Zhao Min secretly sniffed, broke free from the embrace, and climbed onto the white horse.

"You don't need to worry about my affairs. Just take care of yourself."

She reached out and grabbed the reins, taking one last look at the man in front of her.

"Once I get back to Dadu and sort things out, I'll definitely come back to settle accounts with you!"

With a strong spur, the white horse strode forward and charged onto the main road ahead.

The Eight Heroes of Divine Arrows and others who were waiting there quickly mounted their horses and followed.

Qin Han stood on the open ground outside the pavilion and touched the dagger through his clothes.

"How can I ever repay such a deep affection from a beautiful woman..."

As he was sighing, a voice suddenly came from the direction of the big tree behind him.

"They're long gone, what are you still standing here looking at?"

Qin Han smiled when he heard the noise. He had already sensed that there were other people here, but he didn't point it out because the aura was familiar.

They saw Zhou Zhiruo emerge from behind the tree.

The other person was still wearing the plain-colored robes of the Emei Sect Leader, and his hair was only held in place by a wooden hairpin.

"Zhiruo, when did you get here?"

Zhou Zhiruo hummed twice.

"I've been watching you ever since you lowered your head to kiss that princess."

Qin Han coughed twice.

"Then why were you hiding in the back without making a sound? You don't actually enjoy watching me and... I didn't know you had that kind of hobby."

Zhou Zhiruo was furious when she heard this.

"You...you're the one with this hobby! What am I doing out here? Am I supposed to deliberately interrupt your lovey-dovey conversation?"

Just as Qin Han was about to take the woman's wrist, she dodged to the side.

"Zhiruo, about this matter..."

Zhou Zhiruo interrupted the rest of her sentence.

"Are you really planning to marry that Mongolian princess?"

Qin Han didn't rush to respond; he had indeed thought about this question privately.

Zhao Min is, after all, a Mongol. If he leads his troops northward in the future, the two sides will inevitably become mortal enemies on opposite sides.

However, some things obviously cannot be judged solely by one's stance.

"I want to marry him."

Zhou Zhiruo was not angry when she heard this accurate response.

"You'd better think this through. After all, she's a foreigner, and the Mongols will fight the Song Dynasty sooner or later."

"If you marry her in the future, and war breaks out, how do you plan to explain it to the world?"

Qin Han looked past the pavilion and onto the official road in the distance. At first, he thought that since there were only Han people in the world, all other ethnic groups should be killed.

However, once you reach a certain level, it is unwise to leave only one race behind.

The 56 ethnic groups are one family, and people of all ethnicities and countries do not like war.

"The current situation in the world will eventually lead to unification. From the very beginning, Qin and Han have never intended to be limited to just half of the territory of the Southern Song Dynasty."

Zhou Zhiruo vaguely understood something from those words.

"You mean...?"

Qin Han withdrew his gaze from the distance and pulled her into his arms.

"No matter what race she is from, everyone in this world will be my people in the future."

"Those who can be reformed will be dealt with, and those who cannot be reformed will be dealt with decisively."

Zhou Zhiruo's initial anxiety subsided, and she felt more at ease.

"You really have audacity. The Song Dynasty lost half its territory to the Qing Dynasty, and you still want to unify the world?"

Qin Han smiled and pulled the woman closer to him with a little force.

"What is there to be afraid of? I have achieved what I have in the first four years of the Qin and Han dynasties, so why can't I reach an even higher level in the next four years?"

Now that Master Zhou has heard my honest opinion, will he still be worried about Zhao Min's situation?

Zhou Zhiruo tilted her head and hummed softly.

"Who's bothering with your business? I'm just worried that you'll be fooled by that Mongolian woman."