Stepping into the Beidi princess's tent, I was immediately greeted by a heavy wave of exotic incense, mixed with the wild, earthy scent characteristic of the grasslands.
The interior of the tent was sparsely furnished, save for a wide bed in the very center draped entirely in snow-fox pelts. Mùróng Zhuó lay quietly upon it, unconscious, his complexion as pale as paper.
Princess Saqiya slowly rose to her feet. Her long red dress flowed like water with her movements, accentuating her graceful figure.
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