Song Qingshu was completely baffled. What was this girl saying? Why couldn't he understand a single word?
"She's speaking Hui language." A faintly relieved smile appeared on Yuan Ziyi's face. "She means, 'Big brother who saved my life, are you a god from heaven or an envoy sent by the True Lord?'"
Song Qingshu recalled how Yalixian and Aman used to say such things at the drop of a hat, and a smile rose to his lips. "Tell her I'm an envoy sent by the True Lord."
Yuan Ziyi shot him a fierce glare. "You just think she's pretty and want to take advantage of the chance. In the Western Regions, you can't say things like that carelessly. Be careful the True Lord punishes you."
After a pause, she added, "It's safe now. Can you let Kasili go?"
"Kasili?" Song Qingshu froze. "She's Huo Qingtong's younger sister, Princess Xiangxiang?"
"Didn't you smell the fragrance on her?" Yuan Ziyi rolled her eyes.
How could Song Qingshu not have smelled it? Ever since earlier, he had been enveloped in that delicate, soul-refreshing fragrance. But Princess Xiangxiang had been escorted by Bai Fanghua and the others from the Heavenly Mandate Cult, while these had appeared to be Tibetan cavalrymen, so he had not connected the two.
Yuan Ziyi went over and helped Princess Xiangxiang out of his arms, then began speaking with her in Hui language. Throughout the exchange, Kasili kept secretly glancing at Song Qingshu, her eyes brimming with curiosity.
Song Qingshu was equally curious about her. Only now did he have the chance to study the most beautiful woman in the world of Jin novels. Her skin was white as snow, even fairer than that of Han Chinese women, yet unlike the rough skin of Western women. Up close, it was