While Song Qingshu's mind was wandering, the Yellow-robed Woman had already replied coldly, "He isn't here. If you want to find him, go to Lin'an yourself."
"Huh?" Fu Junzhuo looked at her in surprise. She could hear the hostility in the other woman's tone. There were rumors that Song Qingshu had affairs everywhere; could this woman have been abandoned by him after he had toyed with her feelings, hence such deep resentment?
But if even a woman of such peerless beauty had been cast aside, what kind of heaven-defying beauties surrounded Song Qingshu?
At that thought, she could not help becoming curious about that mysterious man.
"Thank you." Fu Junzhuo gave a salute, then paused before leaving. "I'll visit you all another time." Goryeo had always admired Central Plains culture, so she held a favorable impression of the Southern Song delegation.
Watching her graceful white figure depart, Xue Pan could not help sighing. "Goryeo women really are beautiful."
"Yeah, and she has a great figure too." His dissolute companions eagerly agreed, each praising her slim waist and long legs.
"The long journey and all that travel fatigue were worth it. We've seen so many beauties, and every single one has been top-notch." The group began discussing which of the women they had encountered over the past few days ranked higher.
"Shut up, all of you!" The Yellow-robed Woman could no longer endure their filthy talk. She glared angrily at them, and the young dandies finally quieted down somewhat.
After some time, people from the Western Xia First Class Hall arrived to lead the delegations from the various nations to their respective lodgings. Since the different countries bore grudges against one another, and there were so many visitors this time, Western Xia had arranged for each delegation to stay in