"I'm going to see Princess Jincheng!" The Yellow-robed Woman's face was frost-cold, and her body visibly trembled beneath her robes. She was clearly furious beyond measure.
Song Qingshu considered it, then decided to go with her. This was when she was at her weakest and most helpless, when she most needed comfort and guidance.
By the time they reached the Tibetan embassy, the area was already packed with people. Besides the city's locals, onlookers from various factions had also gathered there.
The Yellow-robed Woman tried to enter but was stopped. Even revealing her identity did no good; clearly, Tibet did not want the scandal spreading.
Song Qingshu took out Western Xia's token and demanded entry in Western Xia's name to investigate. After hesitating briefly, the guards let them through.
The Yellow-robed Woman was somewhat surprised by his close ties with Western Xia, but she had no mood to care about that now. She hurried toward the inner residence.
Yet once inside the embassy, they found everyone in a panic, with many people weeping. The Yellow-robed Woman's heart skipped a beat as a dreadful premonition rose within her. Sure enough, they soon received word that Princess Jincheng, ashamed after the incident, had hanged herself.
"What!" Song Qingshu and the Yellow-robed Woman had not expected to arrive too late after all. They hurried toward the Princess's quarters. Having come here several times before, they naturally knew the way.
When they reached the Princess's room, Princess Jincheng's body had already been taken down and laid on the bed. An old woman, having finished examining her, was reporting to Jiumozhi. "The Princess was clearly violated while alive. There are still traces of a man's... filthy fluids on her lower body. Moreover, the Princess's face... was scratched beyond recognition by her own hand, and her