Frost for a Thousand Years

Chapter 92 You're so beautiful?

"Your Highness, although she is indeed extremely beautiful, but now..."

Seeing that his master was about to try to control the big boss with the small one, the steward couldn't help but remind him.

"Of course, a mere beauty is nothing compared to the Prefect of Shuojun." Wang Shen waved his hand, saying quite 'clear-headedly,' "Even if I were to take in a beauty, I would not serve Wei Wusheng."

Seeing that the prince was determined to accept the money, the steward hurriedly reminded him, "I'm afraid it might be a spy from Wei Wusheng, who could ruin our important plans."

"Don't worry, I only want the person. At worst, I'll lock him up and raise him like a dog." Although Wang Shen was lecherous, he was still timid and wouldn't be blinded by beauty so easily. "I care more about this Song Shi'an. I always feel that he wouldn't dare to enter our city alone unless he was absolutely certain of success."

“That’s true. If it’s just an ineffective conversation, there’s no need for him to make a special trip. He’s still very important to Wei Wusheng, so he wouldn’t come personally for something he’s not sure about.” The steward agreed and guessed, “Could it be that Wei Wusheng has a lot to offer?”

"What can he possibly give us? Does he intend to give us this governor of Shuo County?" Wang Shen asked rhetorically.

"His Majesty of the Great Qi is so wise and powerful that even Wei Ye is extremely wary of him. How could this child Wei Wusheng be a match for him? Even if he were given to you, Prince, as governor, there would be no place for you to serve as an official when Shuo County is no longer in power."

"Is that the governor of Nanliang?" the prince guessed.

“But if we lose Wulei and these soldiers, and leave Qixian, no one will take us seriously.”

After comparing their offers, the two concluded that Wei Wusheng's offer could not possibly be higher than Ji Yuan's.

Moreover, Northern Liang would fall into the hands of Emperor Qi sooner or later.

"In that case, let's ignore it. If he says anything out of line, or insists that we go see Wei Wusheng, then we'll accept the beauty and kick him out of the city," Wang Shen decided.

“Your Highness, I think things have come to this point. If he gets too arrogant… why don’t we detain him?” the steward said after thinking for a moment. “Firstly, it can delay Wei Wusheng. Secondly, if we really push him too far, we can hand him over to His Majesty, which would be a great achievement.”

"Good good."

The prince nodded, suddenly understanding, and beamed with joy: "Summon the beauty into the city!"

.........

Song Shi'an and Xin Yue waited below the gate of Wulei City.

It's now past the fifth month of the lunar calendar, and the weather is already quite hot.

The sun was shining so brightly that it made people's faces feel hot.

Sweat gradually seeped from his forehead.

Whenever Xin Yue sweated, Song Shi'an would pick up a handkerchief and carefully wipe it away for her, his touch was very gentle.

"..." Looking at this man, she really didn't know how to evaluate him.

"Don't keep that long face, don't be expressionless. Also, try to hide that stubborn look in your eyes."

Song Shi'an had no doubt about Xin Yue's looks, and her floral dress was quite appropriate. Although it was different from Sun Jinhua's soft and fragrant little cakes, it was just a difference in type, and there was no difference in quality.

Now, her biggest problem is to act like an ordinary woman of this era.

It doesn't matter if you don't know how to please people; rich people just love this kind of ice girl.

The crux of the matter lies in the killer's nature.

"The prince has said, please come into the city!"

Just then, the militiamen on the city wall shouted down to those below.

Song Shi'an looked up, smiled, and raised his voice, saying, "Okay, young man, open the door."

"My lord, please forgive us!" the militiaman cried out once more. "It is wartime, and the prince has kept the city gates closed to prevent the Qi army from invading! Therefore, the gates cannot be opened casually for the time being!"

"Understand, understand!"

After Song Shi'an finished shouting in response, he pointed at Xin Yue and complained with a change of expression: "Everyone else calls us Qi traitors, but they call us Qi soldiers. Who knows what they're saying behind our backs about us Yu traitors."

"Yu the traitor?"

“The hunter, the hunter.”

I was just kidding you, is it really necessary to have such a strong sense of conviction?

Xin Yue, you big idiot.

After a while, a large bamboo basket, about a meter tall, was placed down on the city wall.

Xin Yue placed her hand below, instinctively about to lift her leg to step over, almost revealing a section of her fair calf. Seeing this, Song Shi'an immediately coughed: "Cough cough."

Xin Yue forced herself to stop, her heart already feeling a bit agitated.

"Take it."

Song Shi'an handed her the imperial staff.

Then, he supported her waist with one hand and lifted her thigh with the other.

Xin Yue could only grit her teeth and accept it, being carried into the basket in a princess carry.

After putting her down, Song Shi'an went upstairs as well.

After they had a firm footing, the militiamen on the city wall used the thick rope on the axle to slowly hoist the two people up.

Then, after untying the ropes, the group of people laboriously carried the basket up to the city wall.

After going up, Xin Yue turned her head to one side with a look of utter despair: Come on, hug me.

No, is it really that hard to pretend to be a quiet, gentle girl?

It's actually Mulan? This is ridiculous!

After bringing her out, Song Shi'an also took back the ceremonial staff, holding it in his hand, looking quite formal.

"Now, can we go see the prince?" Song Shi'an asked.

"Sir, please wait a moment," one of them said.

Soon, a slightly overweight young man dressed in fine clothes, who looked like a frequent companion to the taverns and brothels, approached. Upon seeing Song Shi'an, he said with considerable disdain, "You're Song Shi'an?"

The blatant rudeness in that sentence was completely undisguised.

Could someone as arrogant as Song Shi'an tolerate this?

"Excuse me, what is this?" Song Shi'an asked.

"This is the eldest son of our prince," someone explained.

"I've heard so much about you," Song Shi'an said, bowing.

Xin Yue was a little surprised: "..." She heard that this person was cursing the Three Dukes in the Situ Mansion, so why is he being so polite to the son of a traitor?
Why is Song Shi'an, who isn't even afraid of the top-tier brands, so humble today?

You can't be anything but humble, damn it.

This is a traitorous gang, and his men are all reactionary elements with hidden assassins. If he's still pretending and acting up at this point, then he really has lost his mind.

Just like what Zhang Gong said that day, he felt that his act of killing Zhang Ting was like that of a bandit who slaughtered indiscriminately.

Thieves have no concept of order.

There is no such thing as dignity for a thief.

Even if a group of bandits has the word "gang" in its name and seems to have some concept of family survival, they are essentially small-scale armed separatists.

Hearing such praise, the once arrogant young master Wang was in a much better mood and joked, "I heard you even dared to scold that Minister Sun, why are you being so polite to me today?"

“Minister Sun is nothing but a pedantic old man who relies on his seniority, while Young Master Wang is straightforward and honest; he is the true hero,” Song Shi’an said.

"Hahaha." Young Master Wang was starting to admire Song Shi'an for his discerning eye.

Then, looking at the woman beside him with a cold expression but extremely delicate features and a perfect figure, he became interested and said with a greedy smile, "Go see my father, and I'll take care of this woman for you."

After saying that, he raised his hand, preparing to touch Xinyue.

Song Shi'an smiled and pressed down on his hand, advising, "Young master, important matters should come first."

Stopped like this, Young Master Wang's face darkened instantly. He then flung Song Shi'an's hand away and turned around: "Let's go."

And so the two of them followed behind this little pervert.

Sexuality really is something that's genetic.

If Song Jing isn't lecherous, then why was the original Song Jing so lecherous?
Could it be that my dad... hmm, that's possible!
After the two men descended from the city wall, they headed into the city.

Wulei differs from a city in that it lacks many functions. Overall, it is very compact, except for the slightly more luxurious living quarters for the city lord.

As for the others, they were probably like those in Kowloon Walled City, with only the bare minimum for survival.

Because these people needed to produce goods and services outside of wartime, they mainly lived in centralized farms outside the city, similar to villages.

Whenever war was imminent, all the clansmen would take their grain, cattle, and livestock back to the city and stay inside.

If the farmland outside the city couldn't be harvested in time, they were simply burned to the ground; a scorched-earth policy wouldn't benefit anyone else.

The common people coerced by the traitors were even happier and more prosperous than other people in Dayu.

It's not that the traitors exploited less; it's that they only needed to exploit one person.

Ordinary people would be exploited at least twice. As for tenant farmers, it goes without saying that they could never own property, and even having a full meal was a luxury.

Therefore, the people here are extremely loyal to the prince.

Everyone looked at Song Shi'an and Xin Yue with a sinister gaze, clearly showing hostility towards the intruders.

If it weren't for Young Master Wang leading the way, they probably would have already pounced on us and robbed us.

In ancient times, they really did turn people into ghosts.

Compared to this place, Sheng'an is a paradise of the rule of law in the world.

It's hard to imagine how comfortable life must be for princes and nobles.

As we walked, we finally reached the very center.

It is a house with an area of ​​about 10,000 square meters and an astonishingly high wall, about ten meters high.

This size is actually quite small for a wealthy and powerful family.

The Song family's residence in the capital city is seven or eight times larger than this one.

After all, they were just bandits; compared to larger aristocratic families, their scale was considerably weaker.

After entering the courtyard.

It is a mahogany corridor, about two meters wide, with houses on both sides.

It was very cramped, but also very safe.

Song Shi'an often fantasized about having such a castle and KYP (Know Yourself) inside.

Watching movies in a private castle is indeed interesting.

At the end of the stairs was a staircase leading upwards. Soldiers stood guard on both sides below the stairs.

The steps are about five meters long and three meters high.

Above is the lobby.

Below the lobby, there should be a basement.

Above the lobby is an open attic.

The building has a very strong sense of layering, and everywhere it exudes a sneaky sense of guardedness.

Upon seeing the two arrive, a soldier said to Song Shi'an, "Lord Wang is currently having important talks with his guests. Please wait a moment, Lord Song."

Hearing this, Xin Yue felt a slight tightness in her chest.

She looked at her shadow at her feet.

It's already much shorter than before I came in.

At the moment when the shortest distance is reached, the cavalry will begin to make a show of force around the city.

But if they start before the plan is completed, the prince will definitely kill Song Shi'an—didn't you say you were coming alone? How dare you bring troops!

So this waiting is extremely dangerous.

Xin Yue couldn't help but glance at Song Shi'an, only to find that he wasn't in a hurry at all.

Just stand there quietly.

"He hasn't urged us after waiting for so long?" the prince asked, somewhat puzzled.

"It seems you've indeed adopted a very humble stance. Wei Wusheng needs you, Your Highness, very much now," the steward said.

The prince nodded and said, "Let Lord Song in."

(End of this chapter)