"Ouch, Sister Ling'er, what happened to you?"
The suggestive red curtains were suddenly swept aside, and a voluptuous beauty walked in. Though she was clearly still some distance away, her voice seemed to rub against the listener's ear.
She approached trailing fragrance, her final notes carrying the lingering tenderness of a long dream deep in spring. Deep eyes, full lips, a cloudlike coiffure adorned with phoenix hairpins—every glance and movement possessed the charm of ripened beauty.
Yet she was dressed exceptionally tightly, in a high-collared, thick garment that covered even her neck without revealing the slightest bit of skin.
But perhaps her clothes were a little too tight, stretched over her in a perilous fullness that seemed ready to burst free.
She trembled and swayed as she walked, exuding an immense sense of pressure.
Xiang Ling'er, crouched in the corner, was still deathly pale, not yet free of the terror of having been trapped in a desperate, near-death predicament.
She had clearly fled for so long, crossing tens of thousands of miles by winding routes, yet it felt as though she had never escaped that palm!
The instant the red curtains were lifted, she had already gathered a myriad strands of light, nearly springing up and darting away. Only after seeing who had come did she halt her still-trembling body.
A tiny, delicate figure, pitiful and charming.
Her twin ponytails hung behind her. She stared wide-eyed with innocent, tear-brimming eyes, her voice sweet as well—
"Old woman, don't call me Sister."
"Then shall I leave?" Lady Zhirui, who had long been operating in Jing State, asked with an unchanged smile.
Everyone knew that the Seven Heavenly Fragrances and Eleven Heart Fragrances—a total of eighteen peerless beauties—were the core upper echelon of Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion, each with her own methods and