The next moment.
A woman named Si Hongyan, dressed in a pink palace gown that dragged along a fox tail, licked the corner of her lips and said, "For this sustenance... the ministers are far away at the border, and since I hold them in high regard, I should personally visit."
With that said.
Nine snowy-white fox tails swayed, the tip brushed with a touch of peach pink, and the hem of her dress stepped forward, revealing a leg as smooth as jade, enchanting and seductive, walking out gracefully.
But a torrential rain fell, blocking this fox woman, Si Hongyan.
"I travel by water, covering a thousand miles a day, and will reach the border swiftly."
Inside a glass tank, Si Hongyan couldn't help but sneer at these foolish impostors, her upper body barely covered by thin fabric, her silver fish tail stretching three meters long, a gentle flick sending waves crashing.
