Haoyue Tartaglia?
Everyone in the hall, including the three young masters, stopped talking. Silence fell over the gathering, and every eye turned toward the bridge.
"Has she arrived..." Si Nan Feng immediately lost interest in the women surrounding him. He licked his lips, the monstrous bulge beneath his clothes rising beyond his control. His burning gaze could almost set the wooden bridge alight.
The first to appear was a tall, middle-aged man with a scar across his face and Killing Intent radiating from him. One glance was enough to tell he had survived countless brutal battles. His gloomy gaze swept over the crowd. With a cold snort, he stepped aside.
The girl following behind him was finally revealed to everyone.
"..."
Someone once used eight words to describe the Imperial Capital's foremost beauty:
When the bright moon rose, the stars bowed.
Just as the moon rising in the night dimmed every star in the heavens, the young ladies who had dazzled moments ago instantly became vulgar country girls. Even the lights throughout the hall seemed to fade a little—such was this girl's radiance.
People raised in different environments had different tastes in beauty. Some preferred dignified ladies, some sexy temptresses; some liked refined young women from prominent families, others sweet girls from humble homes. A beauty in one person's eyes might be an ugly woman in another's. So, in theory, a beauty who could satisfy everyone's tastes shouldn't exist.
Yet the girl named Haoyue had effortlessly shattered that "impossibility."
To the clergy, she was an inviolable Saintess; to princes and nobles, a Princess whose beauty could topple kingdoms; to debauched young lords, a temptress who beckoned them to ruin; to ordinary boys, the sweet, approachable girl next door... Everyone could find in her the qualities they cherished most, then fall