Chapter - 411 Being Driven Mad By Unredressed Mongol Injustice (11) (2/2)

But he heard Chen Youliang laugh lightly and said, ”Look carefully, whether this is the real thing or a fake one.”

A moment later Song Qingshu said, ”In the Western Region I asked Miejue Shitai for some pointers in martial art, I saw this ring on her finger. I believe this is real.”

A 'clang!' noise was heard, a sound of metal striking against metal. Chen Youliang said, ”If it was fake, this sword should cut it into two. Look here, there is an inscription inside the ring, 'liu yi xiang nu' [bestowed to daughter Xiang] four characters, it can't be fake, can it? This is the Emei Pai founder, Guo Xiang Nuxia's [heroine Guo Xiang] xuan tie [black/mysterious iron – Yang Guo's heavy sword] ring.”

Song Qingshu said, ”Chen Dage, you … where did you get it from? Miss Zhou, she … is she all right?”

Chen Youliang laughed again, he said, ”Zhang Bo Longtou, let's go. From now on, the Beggar Clan has nothing to do with this person.” Footsteps were heard, the two of them turned around and left.

”Chen Dage, come back!” Song Qingshu called out, ”Has Miss Zhou fallen into your hands? Is she still alive, or is she dead?”

Chen Youliang came back. With a smile on his face he said, ”That's right. Miss Zhou is in my hands. A beautiful woman like her, no man's heart in this world will not be moved upon seeing her. Until now I am still single. I am thinking of asking Bangzhu earnestly to grant me Miss Zhou as my wife, chances are, Bangzhu will grant my request.”

Song Qingshu mumbled indistinctly, apparently, he was at a loss of what to say. Chen Youliang continued, ”Actually, a gentleman should not take someone else's prized possession. In order to win this Miss Zhou, Song Xiongdi has braved a grave disaster; how could for the sake of a beauty Chen Youliang ruin the 'yi qi' [spirit of loyalty and self-sacrifice/code of brotherhood] between brothers? But since you have revolted against the Clan, there is no more kindness and righteousness between us; nothing is out of question anymore, right?”

Song Qingshu mumbled some more. From the corner of his eye, Zhang Wuji noticed there were two streams of tears flowing down Song Yuanqiao's cheeks; it was obvious that the grief in his heart had reached its peak. Suddenly they heard Song Qingshu say, ”Chen Dage, Longtou Dage, as your little brother, I was confused; I beg your forgiveness. I hereby admit my guilt.”

Chen Youliang laughed out loud and said, ”Right, right! Now, that is my good brother. I put my hand on my heart to guarantee you that you only need to take this drug [orig. 'meng1 han4 yao4 – a medicine to knock someone's consciousness] to Mount Wudang, and then quietly put it into everybody's cup of tea. Your honorable elders' lives will not be harmed; the beautiful Zhou Zhiruo will certainly be your wife. We only want to coerce Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Zhenren [respectable term to address a Taoist priest] and the Wudang heroes into forcing Zhang Wuji to listen to our command. Supposing that we harmed Zhang Zhenren and your honorable father's lives, Zhang Wuji will only come to the Beggar Clan to exact the revenge; what good will that do to us?”

”That's correct,” Song Qingshu said.

Chen Youliang continued, ”Wait till the Beggar Clan has subdued the Ming Cult, driven out the Tartars, and ruled the earth; our Bangzhu will ascend to the throne [orig. long2 wei4 – dragon position], you and I will render meritorious service to the founder of the kingdom, needless to say, not only our wives and descendants will enjoy titles and positions, but your honorable father will benefit from your bright face.”