The officials from Great Chu weren't deaf, and since they'd been picked to come to the grasslands, they more or less understood some of the grassland tongue.
The grassland nobles hadn't bothered to hide anything, nor did they lower their voices; everyone heard them loud and clear, and several faces darkened at once.
Do they have no idea what "subtle beauty" means? Do they really think hanging their whole family fortune on their bodies looks good? Vulgar!
That was what the Great Chu officials were thinking.
Song Chongjin and Fu Jian were even better at keeping their cool, and simply didn't put these people in their eyes at all, disdaining to spare them even an extra glance.
Fu Jian shot a look at the mission members, telling them to calm down a bit.
Song Chongjin walked to the carriage, lifted the curtain, and reached in to help Ming Zhu down.
Ming Zhu poked her head out, and the people around them instantly felt their eyes light up.
