She was not wearing anything particularly gorgeous, yet no matter what kind of clothes she wore, they became exceptionally striking on her.
She wore no jewelry, nor did she apply any makeup, because to her, jewels and cosmetics were superfluous.
No matter how precious the jewelry, it could not diminish her own radiance. No matter how exquisite the cosmetics, they could not add even a fraction to her beauty.
Her beauty was beyond anyone's ability to describe.
Some compared beautiful women to flowers, but what flower could be as captivating as she was? Others might call her a "woman from a painting," yet what brush could paint her grace and charm?
Even celestial maidens in the heavens could not possibly be as gentle as she was. Whoever caught a single glimpse of her would never be able to forget her.
Yet she did not seem like someone who truly belonged in this world. How could this world contain a beauty like her? She seemed as though she might vanish from the earth at any moment and ride away upon the wind.
Not only were the people in the room stunned, even Song Qingshu, who had grown accustomed to peerless beauties, was left gaping outside the window. He thought that only a handful of women, such as Chen Yuanyuan, Daiqisi, and Xiaolongnü, could compare to this woman's beauty.
But he had seen too many beauties after all. He quickly recovered and stopped looking at her, turning instead to stare at Zhao Min beside him.
Even as a woman, Zhao Min had been awed by her beauty. While she was still sighing in admiration, she suddenly sensed Song Qingshu's gaze. Turning around, she found him staring intensely at her. She froze at first, then flew into a rage. "Even if you think