Eve of the Wedding

The night was slightly cool!

Dressed in white, Lu Yunxiao walked down the narrow corridor.

Against the vast black curtain of the sky, stars glittered brightly. A brilliant full moon cast rosy clouds of light, draping the earth in a veil of silver.

Holding the Amethyst Gourd, Lu Yunxiao took a swig of wine and slowly made his way toward a room.

Tonight, he was going neither to Queen Medusa nor to Yun Yun.

His target tonight was the Futuo Saintess—Qing Yanjing.

Lu Yunxiao walked lightly, yet swiftly. After a few turns, he arrived outside Qing Yanjing's door.

The room door was slightly ajar. Inside was complete silence, broken only by the soft, eye-catching glow of the Moonlight Stone.

Lu Yunxiao chuckled, casually pushed open the door, and stepped inside.

The door creaked. Lu Yunxiao closed it behind him and headed toward the inner chamber.

Lifting the beaded curtain, Lu Yunxiao entered the inner chamber. A large bed stood in the spacious room, and Qing Yanjing sat upright at its corner. She wore a thin gauze robe, while her three thousand strands of black hair spilled over her shoulders and fell straight to her waist.

Her hair cascaded like a waterfall, as fine as the finest silk, black as ink and bright with a crystalline sheen.

With her hair loose, Qing Yanjing had lost some of her usual nobility, yet gained a frailty and languid charm she did not normally possess.

Like a lotus emerging from the water, she was delicate and captivating, pure and untainted, brimming with a natural beauty.

"Young Master?"

Hearing the sound, Qing Yanjing raised her beautiful eyes slightly. Her soft, melodious voice drifted out, while a faint blush spread across her flawless, delicate face.

Light rippled in her eyes, and spring filled her lovely features.