Frost for a Thousand Years

Chapter 91 Lustful and Cowardly

Song Shi'an and Xin Yue rode their horses ahead of a cavalry force of two hundred men.

"Is this trip really as safe as you say?" Xin Yue asked.

"Whether it's dangerous or not depends on what we want to do," Song Shi'an replied.

"That is indeed a bit dangerous."

Upon receiving this reply, Xinyue roughly understood the level of crisis involved in this operation.

Although in terms of significance, it is not that great.

Langya is a five-star abode, while this is at most a three-star abode.

However, in terms of danger level, Langya is three stars, while this is five stars.

After all, no matter how high or powerful General Luo is, he is still a general of the Great Yu. With the Sixth Prince around, he can be saved.

And this Wang Shen has now become a rebel.

Moreover, the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released.

"Furthermore, who says that the prince is completely helpless against my arrival?" With a smile, Song Shi'an looked at Xin Yue and said, "Even if he doesn't kill me, he can simply detain me."

"..."

Xin Yue's heart sank immediately.

Indeed, if that's the case, then firstly, they haven't completely fallen out with the Sixth Prince, and secondly, they can still maintain a certain degree of initiative.

The Sixth Prince needs Song Shi'an now. If he forces an attack on the city, Wang Shen can simply use Song Shi'an's life as a threat.

"We have to go back."

Xin Yue tightened the reins and stopped immediately, staring at Song Shi'an with a very serious expression.

Originally, she was persuaded by Song Shi'an's words.

But once they realized that Wang Shen had a much better solution, the operation became fraught with uncertainty.

"I've already come out, how could I possibly go back?"

Song Shi'an was not buying it and immediately refused.

“According to what you said, I can do this by myself. There’s absolutely no need for you to go.” Xin Yue wasn’t joking with Song Shi’an.

“Only by going can we achieve our goal. We never just want to kill indiscriminately; we want to gain as much support as possible,” Song Shi’an said. “Besides, why is it okay for you to die, but not for me to go with you?”

“To His Highness the Sixth Prince, you are more important than I am,” Xin Yue said.

"You..."

Song Shi'an was somewhat amazed by the loyalty of the assassins, but what came out of his mouth was: "Have we become that close?"

“That’s not it,” Xin Yue said. “You’ve dragged the entire Northern Liang into this mess. Now that you’re dead, even more people will die in vain.”

Indeed.

Xin Yue seems to have always held a "people's historical perspective".

She never hesitated when it came to the powerful, loyal ministers, or even soldiers. Whenever something went wrong, her first thought was, "Should we kill them?" But when it came to ordinary people, she always showed a lot of favoritism.

He really does have a bit of a chivalrous vibe.

"Then let me tell you, this time I'm doing it so that fewer people die. Once the problem of the traitorous sect is solved, the entire Northern Liang will be united. Of course, Ji Yuan will unite the hearts of the people on the other side of the river, and Your Highness will unite the hearts of the people in Henan."

"What if we get detained?" Xinyue asked.

"No, as long as we follow the plan, we won't be detained," Song Shi'an said seriously. "Our lives are tied together. As long as we cooperate well, we'll live together. If something goes wrong, we'll die together."

"Then you won't make a mistake?" Xin Yue asked.

"Of course, I'm just talking; there's no mistake."

"okay I know."

Lowering her head, Xin Yue closed her eyes and took a few shallow breaths before opening them again: "Then let's go."

In other words, Song Shi'an's life was in her hands.

As long as she's okay.

I don't know why this guy trusts me so much...

Similarly, Xinyue didn't know why she trusted him so much.

The cavalry continued their advance.

Finally, they arrived at the large forest directly south of Wang Shenwulei.

"Everyone, stay where you are, don't show yourselves, and don't move around. If you encounter any outsiders, shoot them dead on sight," Song Shi'an ordered.

All the cavalrymen nodded in unison, their expressions solemn.

Then, Song Shi'an continued, "When the shadows are shortest, everyone holds their flags and rides around Wulei, mainly running in front of the front and back gates. A wooden branch is tied to the tail of each horse."

This time, Song Shi'an brought two hundred cavalrymen. He also brought two hundred Wei-character banners.

With such a small force, consisting mainly of light cavalry, attacking Wulei would be practically suicide.

Therefore, that is not their role.

After settling everyone in, Song Shi'an and Xin Yue rode their horses into the forest together.

The view suddenly went dark.

Birdsong filled the air.

They chattered away at the two uninvited guests.

“That Wang Shen is quite different from Zhang Gong,” Song Shi’an said. “Although he is also from a powerful family, he lacks a lot of dignity. Relatively speaking, he is easier to deal with.”

That day, Song Shi'an belittled Zhang Gong, saying he was utterly worthless, which hurt the old man's feelings. But in reality, he's not bad at all.

Even if it's not considered a behind-the-scenes mastermind, it's still a mid-boss and lacks some strength, but it's definitely not as weak as an elite monster.

Roughly, he's at the level of a mini-boss.

Wang Shen is no match for him.

The main reason is that his family and relatives are quite powerful.

The so-called clan bandits were clan alliances that united and banded together. In addition to having strongholds to defend themselves against mountain bandits and refugees, these small warlords also had private armies where everyone was capable of fighting.

Just like going to the Golden Triangle, even an inconspicuous child could be a killer with several lives on their hands.

One second the old woman was drying tofu, the next she pulled out a hammer.

Of course, it's hard to say how strong their combat power is.

After a hundred imperial guards entered the city in full armor, they slaughtered everyone inside, and half of them were still alive.

The hardest part was taking that first step into the city.

"Furthermore, compared to Zhang Gong, Wang Shen has an even greater weakness."

"I know," Xin Yue said expressionlessly, "that he's a lecher."

Song Shi'an laughed: "That's right, as a man, this is a fatal weakness." Hearing this, Xin Yue looked at Song Shi'an and couldn't help but say: "You seem to have this weakness too."

"what?"

Song Shi'an was stunned for a moment.

"Don't you often listen to music in brothels?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

That's ridiculous. What does Xiao Song's hobby have to do with me, Xiao Song?
"That's it."

As they were about to leave the forest, Song Shi'an dismounted and tied his horse to a tree. Then, he took the white tassel from the horse and held it in his hand.

Xinyue also dismounted and took a package down.

Upon opening it, there was a set of pink Yu clothing.

"Then I'll go out first, you can change here," Song Shi'an said.

"No need."

Xin Yue said nonchalantly.

"also."

Seeing that she wasn't at all coy or seductive, Song Shi'an didn't deliberately avoid her.

The two of them just stared at each other like that.

After a long while, Xinyue pursed her lips.

"...Oh, say something, I definitely didn't mean that."

Song Shi'an turned around, holding the staff, his back completely to her.

Behind him, Xin Yue loosened her belt and slowly took off her simple, somewhat androgynous robe. She then tiptoed and placed it on the horse's back.

Then, she put on the pink, soft silk dress.

A cool sensation washes over the skin.

"All right."

A voice, devoid of any emotion, came from behind Song Shi'an.

"Wow, that was fast."

He turned around in surprise, then froze for a moment.

This exquisite women's clothing appeared on her flawlessly.

I originally thought that with her sturdiness and toughness, it would seem a bit awkward.

After all, this is a female protagonist who has ridden a horse for thousands of miles without any reaction.

"What's wrong?" Xinyue asked.

"Hair," Song Shi'an reminded her.

"Oh." Xinyue untied her high ponytail.

Her jet-black hair flowed down.

Song Shi'an was stunned for a moment.

"What is it now?" Xin Yue's tone was a little impatient.

"What do you mean, 'what's wrong now'? I didn't say anything."

Song Shi'an was also speechless, but not wanting to waste any more time, he looked at her for a moment and suggested, "Smile."

Xin Yue frowned slightly, then her lips curled up slightly, but she quickly looked away.

“You have to genuinely smile. Don’t be so cold and aloof that it makes you seem like an assassin. Wang Shen will be wary,” Song Shi’an urged. “Relax your face and smile.”

Trying her best to relax her face, Xin Yue once again gave a lonely laugh.

"Can't you laugh?"

"I'm going back."

After being told that, Xinyue turned around immediately.

"Hey! Answer me—"

Song Shi'an grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

Then, looking at this woman who really couldn't laugh, he simply gave up and said, "Alright, alright, let's go."

"You're such a hassle."

.........

"Your Highness, Wei Wusheng has sent someone!"

As Wang Shenyu was enjoying his wine and watching the maids' song and dance performance in the main hall, the head steward entered and said somewhat hurriedly.

The wine cup in his hand was suddenly knocked over in a panic. The beautiful woman in front of him was startled, and he stood up in surprise, waving his hand: "Get out, all of you get out."

All the women left.

Then, he paced back and forth, muttering anxiously, "Could it be that the letter was really intercepted by Wei Wusheng's men?"

"That's probably it. The two of them haven't come back for so long," the manager said.

"So, your arrival now indicates ill intent?" Wang Shen asked, raising his head. "How many troops are outside?"

“Just two people,” the manager said.

"Two people?" He breathed a sigh of relief. "Looks like they're not here to fight, but to negotiate."

“We can’t talk about it now. His Majesty won’t let us off the hook,” the steward said. “At a time like this, the worst thing you can do is to hedge your bets.”

"What is the official rank of the person who came?"

"The county magistrate."

"The county magistrate?"

“But he’s not an ordinary county magistrate,” the steward said. “He’s Song Shi’an, who was quite famous before.”

"Oh, him."

Wang Shen knew this person, but because the city gates were closed, he was unaware of Shuofeng's situation. However, some interesting stories from Sheng'an had already spread far and wide.

But then he worried: "He even scolded that Minister Sun. What if he comes in and I can't win the argument?"

"We shouldn't fall out with Wei Wusheng right now. Going back directly would be rather undignified..." the steward speculated. "Besides, he brought a woman dressed in fine clothes with him. It seems Wei Wusheng wants to make amends?"

"A woman in fine clothes?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Shen's eyes lit up, his smile turning lewd and greasy, and he asked with considerable anticipation, "How does he look?"

To this question, the steward replied earnestly, "Extremely beautiful."

(End of this chapter)