"This matter can be left to the Western Xia authorities." After thinking it over, Song Qingshu felt that no one was more justified than Western Xia in handling it.
"Western Xia?" Princess Jincheng frowned. "Western Xia has indeed been at war with Gusiluo for years, but Tibet has no ties with them, and Great Song is outright hostile toward them. Why would they stand up for me?"
"Don't worry," Song Qingshu reassured her. "I have friends in Western Xia. They can help."
Princess Jincheng blinked and could not help looking at him a few more times. "You really are capable of anything. You even have friends in Western Xia. No wonder you managed to marry two Great Song princesses at once, something unprecedented." She understood that getting the Western Xia authorities involved in such an important matter was far beyond the ability of an ordinary official. Song Qingshu's friends must hold considerable status. Still, she was a mature woman, and wisely chose not to press further.
"You flatter me, Princess Consort." Song Qingshu wore a modest expression.
"We've already gone this far, yet you still keep calling me Princess Consort. How distant." Princess Jincheng tugged at her collar, a trace of resentment showing in her eyes.
Song Qingshu's expression turned strange. "Then should I really call you Sister?"
"Pah!" Princess Jincheng spat lightly. Having just secretly slept with her younger sister's husband, how could she possibly have the nerve to let him address her that way?
After fooling around for a while, Song Qingshu rose to his feet. "Let's return to Xingqing Prefecture first."
"Alright, I'll listen to you." Princess Jincheng nodded, as obedient as a little wife.
Song Qingshu had ridden out of Xingqing Prefecture before, and Princess Jincheng was now too exhausted to walk. So she rode with