Song Qingshu nodded in deep agreement. Near the Great Khan stood two women, one older and one younger. The younger one wore a light veil over her face. She was slender and tall, with limpid eyes that seemed both tenderly affectionate and coldly aloof. She was exceptionally eye-catching, carrying herself with an elegant, refined air and faintly revealing a touch of nobility that made others hesitate to stare at her directly.
The other woman was more voluptuous, her entire figure graceful and curvaceous. A black court gown wrapped around her alluring body, making her appear even fuller. Unlike the younger girl, she radiated a mature, ravishing charm.
Though both women wore veils that obscured their features, their figures, bearing, and lively eyes alone made them first-rate beauties even if their faces were merely ordinary. If they were exquisitely beautiful, they would surely be devastating temptresses capable of toppling kingdoms.
However, Song Qingshu had long grown accustomed to beautiful women, so their beauty did not distract him. Instead, he was pondering something else. The Great Khan had just addressed them as Madam and Princess. Could these two women be his wife and daughter?
But he immediately dismissed the possibility. For one thing, if they were his wife and daughter, he would not have spoken so politely. For another, this Great Khan looked no more than thirty or so. How could he possibly have such a grown daughter?
Yet that only made Song Qingshu more puzzled. What country did this Madam and Princess come from? Why was this Great Khan acting so strangely toward them?
The Madam spoke, her voice gentle and pleasing. "It is already late. Why not stay here for the night and simply send more men to patrol the surroundings?" As a woman, she had clearly come to the