This woman had features like a painting. She wore a phoenix crown upon her head and a flowing crimson gown with water sleeves.
Her delicate jade nose, cherry lips, large phoenix eyes, and fine brows that radiated heroic spirit gave her face both a trace of cold pride and an innate charm.
Her graceful, curvaceous figure exuded the air of a mature woman with every movement.
Full in front and rounded behind, she possessed an indescribably dazzling and dignified beauty.
She was none other than the eldest princess of the South Sea Dragon Palace—Ao Mingzhu.
Ao Mingzhu's gaze swept over everyone as she entered the palace with poised grace. In this place that seemed like a host of demons dancing wildly, she was like a lotus rising unsullied from the mud.
Arriving before the East Sea Dragon King, Ao Mingzhu wore a faint smile. "Ao Mingzhu greets Dragon King Uncle!"
A rare smile appeared on the East Sea Dragon King's face. "Mingzhu is here. No need for such formalities. Take your seat!"
Ao Mingzhu obediently took the seat at the upper left, which had been reserved specifically for her.
The dishes on her table also differed from everyone else's. They were all orthodox medicinal meals, with no human flesh or blood mixed in.
Ao Mingzhu's gaze casually swept across everyone present, and a trace of disdain surfaced as she looked at the flesh and blood before them.
However, she concealed it very well, and no one noticed.
Watching her through the Shadow Paper Doll, Li Qing said, "This dragon maiden seems somewhat different from the other descendants of the dragon race."
"She's rather like the Pujiang Dragon King's grandson."
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Li Qing's mind.
"The dragon race seems to be somewhat special—or rather, dragons, phoenixes, and qilin