I'm competing with the male lead for a woman[GL]

Chapter 143: Shao'er, so you're here.

The weather was exceptionally good today, with a clear blue sky and a refreshing morning breeze.

"Your Highness, Princess Zhao Yang is about to set off," said Tang Ling, riding on that pure black steed from the Western Regions. He opened his amber eyes and smiled as he reminded Xiao Jin, appearing respectful and gentle.

However, there was a hint of dark red bloodstain on the edge of his brocade boots, most likely a trace left from apprehending the "traitor" last night. It seemed that it couldn't be washed off completely.

Xiao Jin didn't say much, only stating, "The princess is still dressing up."

Tang Ling raised an eyebrow, and Ye Juege, standing beside Xiao Jin, heard this sentence and had a subtle expression.

After all, Tang Ling had been waiting here for almost half an hour.

Even when the Empress was conducting the ceremony of conferring titles, she should have already been assisted by palace maids and taken step by step.

But since Xiao Jin mentioned that Chu Shao was still dressing up, Tang Ling couldn't question it and could only suggest politely, "Why don't you and Princess Zhao Yang go ahead, and I will escort the princess to the Dali Temple later."

Xiao Jin shook her head. "Commander Tang's kind intention is understood, but there is no need."

Observing the indifferent expression on Xiao Jin's face, Tang Ling thought that her temperament was similar to Princess Zhao Yang's. Both were stubborn and never listened to advice, insisting on doing things their own way.

Noticing that Xiao Shuang, surrounded by the Phoenix Feather Guard, was walking toward them, Tang Ling sighed softly.

It had rained all night last night, and Xiao Shuang's old injury had acted up. Her temper at this moment was probably even worse than Xiao Jin's. These two were sure to clash head-on later, unable to see eye to eye.

Before long, Xiao Shuang arrived in front of Xiao Jin. She only glanced at her indifferently and then asked Tang Ling, "Why haven't we set off yet?"

Tang Ling respectfully saluted but did not answer.

Xiao Shuang instantly understood what was happening and looked at Xiao Jin. "You don't want to accompany this palace to the Dali Temple?"

Xiao Jin sat in the wheelchair, and her tone unexpectedly carried a hint of gentleness. "Not at all, Auntie. I'm just waiting for someone."

"Who are you waiting for?" Xiao Shuang did not maintain eye contact with Xiao Jin for long and quickly averted her gaze.

At that moment, someone lifted the tent curtain and walked slowly.

The edge of the white sleeves was embroidered with frost-like ice crystals, and there was a bright smile at the corners of the eyebrows and eyes, as if a gentle breeze was brushing past, particularly gentle.

Underneath the eyelids was a bright red beauty mark, burning like cinnabar, intense as dripping blood.

Xiao Jin watched as Chu Shao approached her step by step.

The sunlight was gentle, casting a soft halo on the pure white clothing.

With her palm resting on the armrest of the wheelchair, Xiao Jin's heartbeat unexpectedly quickened.

On the other side, Xiao Shuang was surrounded by the Phoenix Feather Guard, but there was no trace of a smile on her face.

Xiao Shuang stared straight at Chu Shao, watching as she came in front of her and slightly bowed, apologizing, "I am late. I made Princess Zhao Yang wait."