"Senior, what are you doing?!" Princess Jincheng's heart filled with fury.
Elder Xu chuckled twice without answering, then directly asked, "What exactly is your identity, Madam?"
Princess Jincheng bit her lower lip. "I come from a scholarly family. I recently returned to my parents' home to visit relatives."
"Visit relatives?" Elder Xu's expression was inscrutable. "I don't think so."
"What exactly do you mean?" Princess Jincheng was furious and no longer addressed him as Senior.
Elder Xu looked in the direction of Xingqing Prefecture. "Madam may not know this, but during the martial arts contest for marriage a few days ago, I saw you from afar."
Princess Jincheng was greatly alarmed and hurriedly said, "You have mistaken me for someone else. I know nothing about any martial arts contest for marriage."
Elder Xu chuckled. "The Princess Consort of those Tibetan barbarians was unexpectedly dignified and virtuous, beautiful and fair. Among that pack of savages, Madam stood out like a bright, pure moon. How could I possibly mistake you?"
Princess Jincheng's heart sank. She tugged at her clothes, trying to cover herself as much as possible, and asked, "What exactly do you want?"
"I heard that the Tibetan Princess Consort hanged herself because she could not bear the humiliation. Yet here you are, perfectly alive. I imagine it was the Princess Consort's cicada-shell escape scheme." Elder Xu had lived for decades, and with a turn of thought, he guessed most of the matter. "If people learned that the Princess Consort was still alive, hehe, the whole world would be in an uproar. By then, neither Tibet nor Great Song would have a place for you."
Princess Jincheng clenched her pearly teeth until her lips turned pale. "What exactly do you mean?"
"When I caught a distant glimpse of the Princess Consort