Qi Jiu had only four words to say about it, "A woman's kindness."
He didn't bring up killing them.
He took her to the Fengming Pavilion.
Within the Fengming Pavilion,
elegant and beautiful, adorned with blossoming flowers.
The queen, having already received the news, had come to accompany the esteemed guest.
"Mr. Jiu—"
She bowed to Qi Jiu and then turned her gaze to Sang Yan.
Sang Yan had already been sizing her up: the queen was around twenty-three or twenty-four years old at most, had a pleasant appearance, wore luxurious clothing, had a full figure, robust and likely weighed about two hundred pounds.
It was clear that what was practiced above was followed below, as Puluo Country considered "plumpness" to signify beauty, obviously a standard emanating from within the palace.
"So this is the esteemed guest? May I ask for your honored name?"
The queen asked with a smile, curious about Sang Yan's identity.
