Everyone's eyes immediately turned to Song Qingshu. Though they somewhat disdained his performance in the martial contest, his answers to those questions had all come from rather tricky angles and carried a few crooked arguments. Now that Hulagu Khan had beaten him to what seemed the best answer, what else could he possibly say?
Song Qingshu calmly took a sip of tea before speaking at an unhurried pace. "Though Western Xia cannot compare to the Mongol Empire's vast territory, it is still a powerful state on the continent. As a princess of a nation, how could she lack new clothes to wear? On the surface, Prince seemed to be kind to the princess, but in truth, he was slapping her in the face—and disgracing Western Xia."
Hulagu Khan flew into a rage. "What utter nonsense! I meant no such thing!"
Song Qingshu raised a hand, signaling for him not to get agitated. "I only said that to make one point: when the princess said those words to her Imperial Son-in-Law, it was absolutely not because she lacked new clothes and wanted him to buy some for her. There was another reason."
"Isn't this simply your own distortion of the princess's meaning?" Hulagu Khan sneered.
"Whether it is a distortion or not, everyone has their own scales in their hearts and can judge for themselves," Song Qingshu replied leisurely, without taking offense.
The people around them nodded inwardly. He did have a point. Why would a princess care so much about a few sets of clothes that she would say such things to her Imperial Son-in-Law?
Hearing the whispers around him, Hulagu Khan's face darkened until it looked as though water might drip from it. "Then I would like to hear what brilliant insight Young Master Jia has to offer."
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