Jiumozhi consoled him, "Rest easy, Your Highness. Presumably, the Princess Consort merely sees that man as a younger relative. Besides, there was another woman traveling with them, so nothing is likely to happen."
"Who exactly is that veiled woman? Ming Wang, look into her for me." As the elegant, noble figure of the woman rose in his mind, Prince Tsan could not help swallowing.
Jiumozhi frowned. "Prince, we came here to take part in the marriage selection. Do not lose sight of the bigger picture over something trivial. If this reaches the ears of the Western Xia people, it could easily work against you."
Hearing the severity in his tone, Zongzan could only snort reluctantly. "Fine. I'll wait until I marry the Western Xia Princess before going after that beautiful little thing. From the looks of it, she knows the Jia fellow. A monk may run away, but the temple cannot."
At that moment, Song Qingshu's nose tingled, as though he wanted to sneeze but could not.
"What is it, Young Master Jia? Are you feeling unwell?" Princess Jincheng, seated in the place of honor, asked with concern.
"It's nothing. Perhaps someone is speaking ill of me behind my back." Song Qingshu smiled, finally getting the chance to study the woman before him at close range.
Her skin was fair as snow, her nose delicate as jade, and the lines of her oval face exceptionally soft, perfectly matching her temperament. She truly was a dignified, gentle woman.
Song Qingshu's gaze fell upon her slender, lovely brows and moist red lips. Especially when compared with the dark-skinned Tibetan maid beside her, her complexion appeared all the more fair.
The longer he looked, the more every part of her seemed filled with allure. Song Qingshu could not help grumbling inwardly, *Had I