The crowd's gaze once again fell uniformly on Yun Jiao.
Concubine Lan also turned her head to stare at her—
So it turns out that last night, the Emperor of Yan Chi left her waiting until midnight because he was with this woman. Her appearance was indeed outstanding among all the beauties present, possessing a naturally delicate complexion, with arched eyebrows and cherry lips, and eyes brimming with charm.
Born so beautiful, she ought to be adorned in silk and satin, sitting amidst towers of gold and jade, looking ethereal into the distance, like a work of art admired and nurtured by others. Yet she chose not to, not seeing herself as a great beauty, it was this unassuming grace that turned her from a piece of art back into a living person.
In what way am I inferior to her?
No matter how beautiful she is, she was brought over from the Imperial Palace. As for novelty, I should have the upper hand.
