A Maiden's Heart, Wounded Beyond Repair

"Steppe women really are different from Han Chinese women!" Song Qingshu marveled. Pucha Qiucao was clearly only fourteen, yet there was not a trace of childishness about her. She was tall and slender, with snow-white, rounded thighs showing beneath her skirt and a remarkably full bosom. She was the very picture of a youthful beauty.

Song Qingshu looked unusually excited, though it was not because of the girl's beauty. After all, he had seen far too many peerless beauties. Though Pucha Qiucao was pretty, she was still far from beautiful enough to make his heart stir.

The reason for his excitement was the outfit she wore. It was said that Jurchen girls all dressed this way for their coming-of-age ceremonies, but to Song Qingshu, aside from its strong ethnic character, the design of this dress was practically no different from the miniskirts of his previous life.

"I could cry tears of joy!" Song Qingshu had been in this world for several years now. The women here wore beautiful skirts as well, but theirs possessed more of a classical beauty. Forget showing their thighs—showing even a little skin was considered indecent.

Thinking of the pale, shapely legs that had filled the streets every summer in his previous life, Song Qingshu could not help sighing. "I never thought I'd get to see such a lovely sight again in this life. Hmph, if I ever get the chance to unite the realm, I'll definitely promote miniskirts across the entire country!"

Pucha Qiucao's hair had been tied into many little braids, clearly woven with great care. Each braid was decorated with small jade and agate ornaments, somewhat like the playful dreadlocks popular in the cities of his previous life. She seemed brimming with youthful vitality.

Together with her fair legs and the soft short