TSFLIP Chapter 909

After all, the death of a single Baili Min did not mean the Baili family line would end. Xuanhu was the imperial grand preceptor, and he did possess abilities far beyond those of ordinary men, but he had never served Baili Min alone. His true master was the realm itself—the imperial dynasty bearing the surname Baili.

Between Baili Min and the peace of the entire world, if he were forced to choose, he would choose the latter without hesitation.

“I understand,” he said. “I hope you will act according to our agreement.”

As Xuanhu turned to leave, Song Wuxia added, “Remember to give the old chancellor a timely warning. Don’t let him die. After all… he’s still my father-in-law.”

He practically ground his teeth as he said that last sentence.

If he weren’t worried that Fengguang would be heartbroken and harm her own health, he wouldn’t care in the slightest whether the Xia court lived or died.

Xuanhu glanced at the man’s dark expression. He truly couldn’t understand why Song Wuxia wanted Xia Chao spared while at the same time looking as though he bore him a deep, personal hatred. But this man had always been beyond his understanding. Shaking his head, the old man agreed and left.

That afternoon marked the official start of the hunt. Everyone had changed into practical riding clothes. Baili Min smiled warmly and said, “Let us divide into three groups. The chancellor will go with the grand preceptor, the crown prince with the crown princess, and I will go with Lord Song. What does everyone think?”

“Excellent,” Xuanhu replied first, stroking his beard. “Don’t underestimate the chancellor and me just because we’re older. Our haul may not be any worse than that of these young men.”

Song Wuxia smiled as well. “Then let’s agree to reconvene in one hour and see which group brings back the most game.”

“That’s a fine idea,” Baili Min nodded in approval. “Whoever takes first place may claim my Nine Dragons Cup.”

“The Nine Dragons Cup is Your Majesty’s most treasured possession,” Song Wuxia said. “To offer it as a prize—how generous.”

Baili Min laughed heartily. “Ha! Enough talk. Everyone may set out.”

Baili Mo was in no hurry to leave, and Fengguang had her own reasons for lingering. She looked at Song Wuxia with concern, her instincts warning her that something was amiss.

Song Wuxia smiled at her, signaling for her not to worry.

Baili Min spurred his horse forward and rode off first. Baili Mo exchanged a glance with Song Wuxia—an unspoken understanding passed between them—then walked over to Fengguang and nodded.

Fengguang glanced at Xia Chao and Xuanhu. Not daring to say much to Song Wuxia, she mounted her horse and followed Baili Mo away.

Xia Chao’s expression darkened as he snorted. “Lord Song, remember your place.”

“No need,” Song Wuxia replied with an elegant smile. “Soon enough, both my identity and Fengguang’s will change.”

Leaving behind only that cryptic remark, he urged his horse forward and chased after Baili Min.

Xia Chao and Xuanhu had been friends for many years, so Xia Chao did not hold back his anger. “Grand Preceptor, what do you think he meant by that?”

“Young people have their own ideas,” Xuanhu said calmly, stroking his beard again. “You shouldn’t interfere too much.”

After all, the rice had already been cooked—what was done was done. No matter how much Xia Chao tried to interfere, it would be useless. As a father, he had no real authority over his daughter.

As long as Fengguang resorted to her usual routine—crying, making a scene, or threatening to harm herself—Xia Chao wouldn’t even wait for her to beg. He would rack his brain trying to find a way to fulfill her wishes and let her be with Song Wuxia.

Xuanhu understood Xia Chao very well.