The gazes of the crowd fell upon the newcomer's exquisite face. Everyone held their breath, their awestruck eyes following the figure's every move.
Ye Qianning was dressed in a simple, pale pink silk gown. Her dark hair was gathered at the back of her head, secured with a single jade hairpin adorned with tassels.
She had removed the human-skin mask, revealing her true face. With only light makeup and no other embellishments, her stunning features were so beautiful it was breathtaking.
Her face was like jade, her countenance like a blooming flower. Her skin, smooth as ice and white as snow, seemed carved from jade itself. She was a natural-born, unparalleled beauty.
When Xiang Minghou saw Ye Qianning's face, his heart skipped a beat. 'No wonder she wore a mask. A face like that is far too stunning; it would cause a commotion wherever she went.'
