Chapter - 325 Hundred-feet Tall Tower Prevents Passage (2) (2/2)

”No, no!” Zhang Wuji loudly said, ”I am not looking forward to your dying; not in the least bit. Wei Fuwang [Bat King Wei] has scared you by threatening to cut your face several times. Later on when I think about it I am very anxious.”

With a captivating smile Zhao Min blushed and lowered her head.

”Miss Zhao,” Zhang Wuji said, ”Please don't make things difficult for us. Why don't you release the six major sects' masters; then we all can live happily as friends, won't that be good?”

”Very good,” Zhao Min delightfully said, ”That's what I was hoping for. You are the Cult Leader of the Ming Cult, your words carry a lot of weight. Go and talk to them, tell them to surrender to the royal government. Wait till my father becomes the Emperor, then he will grant rewards to everybody.”

Zhang Wuji slowly shook his head, ”Our Han people all have a wish: to drive you, Mongolians, from invading our land,” he said.

Zhao Min abruptly stood up and said, ”What? You dare to say such preposterous thing, defying your superior? Don't you realize you are blatantly rebelling against the government?”

Zhang Wuji replied, ”I am a rebel. Don't tell me you realized it just now?”

Zhao Min fixed her gaze at him for a long time; the anger and shock on her face slowly dissipated, turning into tenderness and despair. Finally she sat back down and said, ”I have already known for a long time, but I want to hear it from your own mouth before I can believe it was absolutely true. You are really beyond any help.” These words were spoken with intense bitter feeling.

Zhang Wuji's heart was soft to begin with; this time he could not bear to hear her grieving even more, he almost blurted, ”I will listen and obey you.” But this thought disappeared in a flash; he tried to control his mind, but could not find some comforting words.

Two people sat facing each other silently for a long time. Finally Zhang Wuji said, ”Miss Zhao, it is late, let me walk you home.”

”You don't want to accompany me much longer, do you?” Zhao Min asked.

”No!” Zhang Wuji frantically said, ”If you want to sit here, drinking and talking, then I'll accompany you.”

Zhao Min smiled slightly, then slowly said, ”Sometimes I am thinking: if I am not a Mongolian girl, also not a Junzhu, but a common Han girl just like Miss Zhou, then perhaps you will treat me a lot better. Zhang Gongzi, what do you say: am I prettier, or Miss Zhou is prettier?”

Zhang Wuji had never expected this kind of question to ever come out of her mouth; but he remembered that after all, barbarian women were frank and did not guard their speech too much. Under the lamp light he saw her to be sweet and extremely pretty; he could not help but blurted, ”Of course you are prettier.”

Zhao Min reached out with her right hand to hold the back of Zhang Wuji's hand, her eyes showed happiness. ”Zhang Gongzi,” she said, ”Would you like to see me often? If I invite you from time to time to come over here and have a drink, would you come?”