On the Street, a Soul-Stirring Shot

Unlike the bewitching appearance she had worn at the manor two nights ago, Princess Qingli today had on a white palace gown beneath a feathered robe woven from azure peacock tail feathers. Her rippling hair was unbound, draped lightly down her back. A breeze blew along the broad street before the imperial city gates, stirring her strands and the blue feathers of her robe, making her seem like a fairy descended to earth, ready to drift away on the wind.

Almost seeming to float, Princess Qingli arrived before Lin Qi and opened her eyes wide as she looked him over from head to toe.

Lin Qi also widened his eyes, sizing Princess Qingli up without yielding an inch. Princess Qingli was slender and not especially tall, her head reaching only to Lin Qi's chest. But her proportions were superb, and her pair of exceptionally long legs made Alda, standing beside Lin Qi, suck in a breath of drool with a "slurp."

And then there was her face. Lin Qi studied Princess Qingli's features carefully. It was an exquisite face, like that of a fairy, untouched by even a trace of mortal dust. Her eyes, nose, lips, and brows all seemed to have been painstakingly carved by immortals, without the slightest flaw. And when those perfect individual features came together, they formed this peerless beauty that could take one's breath away.

She was a very beautiful woman, but Lin Qi's instincts—those tiger-like instincts in his bloodline—told him clearly that she was also a very dangerous woman! Princess Qingli: he had learned her name from Long Cheng. An eighteen-year-old little princess, with a delicate body that looked as though the wind could blow it away, possessing not a shred of battle qi or magical aura—she ought to have been a frail young