Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 105 Backstabbing, the Mongol Song King

"Gurgle~~"

The Meng father and son swallowed hard, their smiles resembling the fake smiles painted on a puppet's face, showing little sign of life.

Guo Jing angrily took a step forward, but Huang Rong grabbed his wrist.

Huang Rong kept watching Wei Wu's expression and clearly saw the nonchalance in his eyes and the seriousness in his voice. While feeling fear in her heart, she also felt a sense of dread, wondering if this person could really do such a thing.

Her first thought was not for the civilians and soldiers of Xiangyang, but for the lives of her husband and daughter.

So she grabbed Guo Jing, still maintaining her smile, and said, "Wei the Great Hero has such abilities, which is truly a blessing for our Great Song Dynasty. However, such ruthless methods are a bit too much of a violation of the natural order, even when used against barbarians."

That already stunning face, even with a fake smile, still exuded irresistible charm.

As she sat down again, Wei Wu caught a faint scent of her body and a rich aroma of milk. He glanced at her and said, "Madam Guo is indeed a bit too kind-hearted. The conflict between nations is not like children playing house, where you take a sip of milk from me and I take a bite of your cake, and we can just apologize to each other and be done with it."

This is a life-or-death struggle!

"The northern lands have been abandoned for a century, and it's hard to say how many good people are still alive. If we don't use overwhelming force to frighten them, some powerful clans will surely be eyeing what they don't have and might even tip us off."

Huang Rong was about to get angry at his nonchalant tone when she suddenly felt a slight chill in front of her. Her eyes glanced over instinctively, and she involuntarily turned to the side, hastily standing up and saying, "What Master Wei says is true. I was not careful enough. I think I heard Fu'er crying. I shall take my leave for now."

She hurriedly left her seat, her face burning hot, as if she had suddenly developed breast milk at this moment—luckily, Wei Wu had reminded her, otherwise she would have been utterly humiliated!

Guo Jing and the others were all thinking about what Wei Wu had said, so even when they heard that Huang Rong wanted to leave, they didn't react much and naturally didn't notice it.

Li Mochou, on the other hand, kept glaring angrily at Huang Rong. Even after Huang Rong left, she didn't seem relaxed at all. She just bit her lip and looked at Wei Wu with a resentful expression, seemingly complaining about something.

Meng Zongzheng was intrigued by Wei Wu's words, "If we can use Wei Wu's methods to recover Geng'er Mountain and Dasheng Pass, and set up patrol posts and beacon towers along this line, we can definitely use them as a barrier to block the enemy from the north."

However, this statement was immediately opposed by Guo Jing and Meng Gong.

"Using poison to attack and seize territory is utterly inhumane and unjust!"

"If we resort to poisonous schemes, we risk losing the hearts and minds of the people and the army."

The two men's objections made Meng Zongzheng hesitate, but made Wei Wu laugh uncontrollably.

Meng Gong was displeased, but remembering Wei Wu's superb skill in poisoning, he suppressed his anger and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

"I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at Guo Jing. When you were in Mongolia, you were the Golden Saber Cavalry, who commanded three armies of ten thousand men each. You were also the adopted son of Temujin. When you attacked Khwarazm, you used people as shields and plague as a means of attacking the city. Haven't you seen that many times before?"

"It worked in Mongolia, but it doesn't work here?"

Meng Zongzheng: "?"

Meng Gong: "?"

Holy crap! A Mongolian nobleman is right next to me!

Neither the father nor the son knew Guo Jing's past identity; they only knew that he was a disciple of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, which made him an old friend of the Meng family. This identity alone was enough to convince them to let Guo Jing intervene in the military affairs of Xiangyang.

But this is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Guo Jing's true identity?!

Meng Gong didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart.

But Meng Zongzheng dared not harbor any illusions, and asked with trembling breath, "Jing'er, is this true?"

Guo Jing was an honest and simple man, but honesty is not the same as stupidity. He knew that if he revealed his former identity in Mongolia at this moment, he would never be able to serve the Song Dynasty again.

But he opened his mouth, thought of the teachings of his seven masters, and finally nodded, saying, "I did grow up under the tutelage of Temujin Khan of Mongolia, and was once given the title of Golden Swordsman by him, but all the favors and obligations between us were severed after the conquest of Khwarazm. I have repaid both the debts of gratitude and the debts of obligation."

Guo Jing always remembered his mother's dying wish: to never forget his identity as a Song person in this lifetime. That is why I came to Xiangyang City with Rong'er.

Meng Zongzheng raised his hand to stop Guo Jing from speaking, his face full of bitterness. "Great Hero Guo, war is a matter of vital importance to the state, a matter of survival or destruction, a matter of life and death. It is something that must be carefully considered. With such a relationship between you and the Mongols, even if I agree, no one else would allow you to stay in Xiangyang any longer."

"In my opinion, you should go home and take care of your wife and daughters first. If things change in the future, you can then seek a better opportunity to return to the mountains and assist the country."

Guo Jing's face flushed with anger as he urgently said, "Commander Meng, I have absolutely no disloyalty to the Song Dynasty. I fought with all my might on the battlefield several times before, and you should have seen that!"

"It's precisely because I saw it that I'm advising you to leave quickly!" Meng Zongzheng said with a wry smile.

Wei Wu added insult to injury, saying, "After all, even a loyal and patriotic man like Yue Fei could be unjustly executed at Fengbo Pavilion on trumped-up charges, let alone someone like you with solid evidence?"

Guo Jing was furious: "I have no contact with the Mongols anymore!"

"We know, and we all believe you, but..."

Wei Wu sneered, "Those sitting in the court don't even believe the Han people who have returned from the north. Didn't Xin Qiji of the past work harder than you, and didn't he achieve more merits than you? Now he's just sitting idle, and the entire court treats him so coldly."

"None of the emperors of the Song Dynasty were good!"

"Be careful what you say!"

The Meng family father and son's expressions changed drastically, never expecting that Wei Wu would dare to speak so frankly about the Zhao Song emperor.

Wei Wu casually lifted his eyelids, his face showing no arrogance, but the disdain at the corners of his mouth grew even stronger. "You claim to be descendants of Yue Fei's army, yet you serve the Song Dynasty so diligently—"

"How about this: you stockpile grain and raise an army, I'll use poison to pave the way, and your family will be allowed to become emperors?"

"Shut up!" Guo Jing's anger was almost tangible as Wei Wu's words became increasingly outrageous. His inner energy was perfectly balanced, and he unleashed a powerful strike with the force of a soaring dragon in his palm. "If you dare to spout nonsense again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Wei Wu leaned back casually, shrugged, and said, "Actually, I think more highly of you than they do."

"Me?" Guo Jing was stunned.

Even the Meng family father and son, who had been told to remain silent, turned their attention to him.

Wei Wu said, "You are the Song King personally appointed by Genghis Khan, and your ancestors were descendants of Guo Rong, Emperor Shizong of Zhou. Your rebellion has a legitimate cause."

The Meng family father and son looked at Guo Jing with increasingly dangerous eyes. Their previous scrutiny and doubts had vanished, leaving only unprecedented wariness and rejection.

Guo Jing wanted to argue that his ancestors had no connection whatsoever with Emperor Shizong of Later Zhou, Chai Rong, but the matter of the Prince of Song was a fact, leaving him at a loss for words.

This behavior further convinced the Meng family father and son that Wei Wu's words were true. For a moment, their gazes toward Guo Jing were devoid of any warmth or guilt, filled only with relief and anger at having been kept in the dark and having the truth exposed.

"Well, so Master Guo has such a background! He really kept it a secret from my son and me! I wonder what his intentions are? Hmm? His Highness, the Mongol Prince Song!"

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