After leaving the Tibetan embassy, Mu Wanqing could not help asking, "What did Princess Jincheng want with you?"
"She just asked why I was so close to you," Song Qingshu replied.
Mu Wanqing looked suspicious. "Was that really all?"
"What else could it be?" Song Qingshu felt somewhat guilty.
"What if Princess Jincheng has taken a fancy to you?" Mu Wanqing snorted.
Song Qingshu broke out in a cold sweat. "How could that be? She's dignified, virtuous, quiet, and proper. How could she have any of those messy thoughts?"
"But that won't stop you from having those messy thoughts," Mu Wanqing said, turning to look at him with her lips pouting slightly. "I know this is exactly the type you like best."
Song Qingshu put an arm around her shoulders. "Of course, you're my favorite type—cold on the outside but warm within, frosty toward everyone else yet gentle and considerate only with me."
"Oh, no wonder you like Princess Xiu so much. She happens to have exactly that sort of personality." Mu Wanqing could not help curling her lips.
Song Qingshu immediately smiled awkwardly. She had personally dragged him out of Princess Xiu's residence just now; no matter how thick-skinned he was, he had no idea how to explain himself.
"All right, I still need to go calm Zhu Danchen's group, so I won't be staying with you," Mu Wanqing said gloomily. "Oh, and you should go check on the Southern Song embassy too. The scouts reported that something seems to have happened there."
With that, she called her subordinates away. Song Qingshu had wanted to say something else to her, but upon hearing those final words, he stopped in his tracks. What had happened at the Southern Song side?
He hurried back to the Southern Song embassy and found