She wore a floor-length robe with wide sleeves, its jade sash stirring in the breeze. Her jet-black hair set off her snowy skin and white clothes.
"There's actually such a breathtaking beauty in this world!" Xue Pan instinctively rose to his feet, swallowing involuntarily as his throat bobbed.
Xue Baochai shot her brother a disdainful look, though she had to admit he was right. The woman at the doorway had beautiful eyes like two glittering stars hanging in a pitch-black night sky, brimming with a sense of water and vastness. They were tranquil and pleasing, making everyone who saw them think that she possessed not only refined cultivation and grace, but also a gentle and affectionate nature.
She stood there with a graceful poise, enough to enchant all living beings under heaven and evoke a lingering, soul-stirring sensation of tender attachment. Yet her features were dignified. What moved people most was the exquisite allure of her radiant contours and the delicate, pitiable air that seemed to seep from her very bones. No one would ever associate her with words like wanton or seductive.
Forget Xue Pan—even the more disciplined Lu brothers stared blankly at her. The other men were even worse, and every person from the Jin Dynasty wore an utterly besotted expression.
Song Qingshu frowned slightly. In terms of appearance, she might not surpass Wanyan Chongjie, the Yellow-robed Woman, or Xue Baochai, but the harm she inflicted on men simply by standing there was greater than that of all three women combined.
"This humble woman greets you all." The woman pursed her lips in a smile and gave everyone a slight curtsy. Every frown and smile of hers stirred pity in people's hearts, making them wish they could pull her incomparably exquisite and captivating body into their arms and