Song Qingshu found the voice cool and clear, laced with barely restrained anger. It sounded familiar, so he followed it. A graceful, captivating figure came into view, along with that distinctive veiled attire. Who else could it be but the Dual Cultivation Princess, Gu Zixian?
I haven't seen her in several days. Song Qingshu recalled how she had come to his room not long ago, and his heartbeat quickened involuntarily.
"Little lady, isn't it stifling to wear a veil in this scorching weather? Take it off and get some air." A fat man spoke with a lecherous grin as he reached out to remove her veil.
A cold gleam flashed in Gu Zixian's eyes. She kicked him behind the knee, and the fat man cried out. His balance gave way instantly, and someone twisted his arm behind his back, forcing him to his knees.
"Stop!" A monk with a solemn, dignified bearing barked the order. By the time he uttered the final word, he had already appeared beside them.
Gu Zixian's vision blurred. Startled, she hurriedly reached for her sword, but her wrist went numb. How could she draw it?
The monk helped the fat man aside and asked with concern, "prince, are you all right?"
Prince Tsan flew into a rage. "Imperial Preceptor, seize this little bitch for me!"
The two were none other than Prince Tsan of Tibet and Great Wheel Ming King Jiumozhi. Prince Tsan had always loved amusement. Back in Tibet, where could he find such bustle and prosperity? Naturally, he could not sit still here. Earlier, he had gone to watch the commotion at the Goryeo Hostel murder scene, then wandered through the city. Xingqing Prefecture was now gathering heroes from all under heaven, with people of every sort arriving for the marriage contest. These