Demon Sealing Valley, Demon Suppressing Stele, Myriad Steles Forest of Prison Suppression

Xuanlong Diplomatic Residence.

Dancing in palace attire, she moved with the delicate grace of ripples gliding over water.

Her makeup freshly washed away, her creamy skin was as fragrant as a secluded orchid, her pure shadow half-hidden in clouds and mist.

Her ethereal beauty was like that of a fairy stepping out of a painting. It made people hold their breath, afraid that even the slightest noise would startle the beauty back into the picture.

Zhao Wuyou had gone into battle light today, without changing into her favorite bright-red dance gown.

A white peony-patterned smoke gauze robe was loosely tied with a few ribbons, leaving her fragrant shoulders and beautiful back entirely exposed. Her eyes shimmered, their limpid gaze drifting alluringly.

Lu Bei: (_)

One after another, knowing that Lu Bei could remain unmoved in the presence of beauty and that they were perfectly safe, they kept finding new ways to tease him.

This was too much!

If you have the guts, keep it up next time.

The song ended.

There were no outsiders in the imperial palace today, so Zhao Wuyou did not hurry to change out of her dance attire. Dressed in a divine outfit built for accelerated offense, she sauntered over to Lu Bei's side.

She sat down and leaned against him, just as she had last time.

"So soft and limp, like some girl. Come on, have a drink."

Lu Bei curled his lips, picked up his wine cup, and held it out before Zhao Wuyou. "Do you remember when we first met? This sect master admired your hearty drinking style. Let's keep it up today. We brothers won't leave until we're drunk."

He was an expert at ruining the mood.

Sure enough, Zhao Wuyou held her wine cup as the wonderful mood she had worked