"A woman of the Loulan Queen?"
Upon hearing Gao Zheng's words, Chen Mo was stunned for a full half minute before saying, "Bring her in."
"Yes." Gao Zheng walked out with a delighted expression, and soon entered with a few people. The Song Army behind him carried a bulging sack, placed it down, and then exited the tent. Gao Zheng untied it with a flattering smile:
"Sir, this is a rare treasure."
The sack contained a woman, very beautiful.
The woman wore a white dress, stained with dirt and blood, her hair messy, colored neither pure black nor blonde but with a golden sheen amidst the black.
Most importantly, she was a Caucasian.
That's right, she had white skin.
Although the women around Chen Mo were fair-skinned, they were fundamentally of yellow skin.
She seemed to be an ordinary person, shivering as the cold wind blew into the tent from outside.
