Niu Pan'er returned from the palace to Prince Dingbei's Mansion in the capital, washed up, and received a report from a guard.
"Commandery Princess, the Prime Minister's Mansion sent a thank-you gift, grateful for your rescue."
Niu Pan'er, with her hair half-dry and a white cotton cloth in hand wiping the scimitar, paused and said, "A thank-you gift from the Prime Minister's Mansion?"
The guard replied, "The young man you saved during the horse scare is the fourth brother of Prime Minister Song, named Song Zhiyu, and people call him Lord Song Si. By the way, Lord Song Si also has a nickname, Song Yulang."
In Niu Pan'er's mind, an image of a snowball suddenly appeared. She laughed, "Song Yulang, that nickname suits him. His skin is as white as snow, even better than mine. How did he grow like that? Could it be that he washes his face in milk every day?"
The guard sneered, "Just a pretty boy."
