Though a gauzy curtain covered the window, he could still tell that the woman's skin was snow-white. Song Qingshu thought that Tibet was famous for its intense ultraviolet rays; for her to remain so fair, she must have lived a secluded life and rarely gone outdoors.
Her voice was gentle and tactful, carrying a dignified, tranquil air that naturally made one want to protect her.
"Princess Consort!" At her arrival, both sides consciously stopped fighting. Jiumozhi and Prince Tsan both bowed to her.
Gusiluo, on the other side, also smiled and cupped his hands. "Greetings, Princess Consort." Though she was younger than he was, she was still his elder by seniority. There was no need to lose his manners over such a trivial matter and give others something to criticize.
Princess Jincheng gave a quiet acknowledgment before saying, "Though the two sides may differ in their views, this is ultimately an internal matter of Tibet. With heroes from all under heaven gathered in Xingqing Prefecture, do you intend to let the entire world laugh at Tibet?"
Gusiluo secretly curled his lip, thinking it was a woman's foolish view. Still, Jiumozhi's martial arts were formidable, so he could use the opportunity to back down. "The Princess Consort's reprimand is correct."
Prince Tsan wanted to say something, but Jiumozhi stopped him and whispered a few words in his ear. He understood that with Li Lizun, Qinghai, and experts from the Diancang Sect protecting Gusiluo, it would be difficult to truly capture and kill him.
"Princess Consort, it is rare for you to have the chance to leave Tibet. Once this marriage selection is over, why not stop by Qing Tang City for a visit?" Gusiluo said with ill intent. He had not expected the Princess Consort to grow ever more beautiful. He