Xue Baochai was already mortified at being held around the waist in a man's arms. Still, he was her savior, so she could hardly say anything.
Moreover, Song Qingshu had been talking to the Western Xia women the entire time, leaving her no chance to ask him to put her down. Who would have thought the Western Xia side would call it out first?
But Song Qingshu was far thicker-skinned than she was. He did not care in the slightest. "Princess, your Sorrowful Crisp Breeze was simply too potent. My friend was poisoned and couldn't stand steadily, so I could only support her."
That perfectly reasonable explanation made Xue Baochai feel much better. Yet, looking at how tightly their bodies were pressed together, she could not help wearing an odd expression. Calling this an embrace would probably be more accurate.
After all, she was one of the Imperial City Department's top spies. Though she was embarrassed now, she did not scream and make a fuss like an ordinary woman, interfering with Song Qingshu. She merely endured the humiliation in silence.
"Young Master Song truly lives up to the rumors. Even a woman from the Imperial City Department is your friend," the Western Xia Princess said with a smile. "Then again, with this young lady's beauty, if I were a man, I would want to be her friend too."
Xue Baochai had recovered somewhat by now. Hearing that, she retorted, "Judging by Your Highness's figure, though your face is veiled, you must surely be a peerless beauty. You would certainly make a fine friend to the prince of Qi as well."
The Western Xia Princess had not expected her to strike back and froze for a moment. Song Qingshu secretly laughed. Xue Baochai truly was an exceptionally perceptive woman. Soft on