Yue Yang had seen many beautiful women.
Some were gentle as water, some adorably naive; some fiery and sexy, some bewitching and passionate; some lethally enchanting, some cold as frost.
There were scarcely any identical beauties in the world. Every woman possessed her own unique nature.
Of course, beyond their differences, every beauty also shared many similarities.
For instance, a breathtakingly beautiful appearance.
Yet Yue Yang had never seen a beauty as extraordinary as Freedom Queen.
The woman being slowly escorted over in a prison cart by Heaven-ranked warriors was not the most beautiful woman Yue Yang had ever seen. On the contrary, her appearance was not as outstanding as he had imagined. But this Freedom Queen was undoubtedly the most divine, most tolerant, and kindest woman Yue Yang had ever seen. Though called the Freedom Queen, she bore none of the appearance of any queen in the world. She was as ordinary as a poor commoner's daughter, dressed in ragged clothes. Even those tattered garments that barely covered her body were not spotlessly clean; they bore patches of dried filthy blood and mud.
Someone like her should originally have been no different from the starving people lying in despair on the streets, waiting to die.
Yet none of that diminished her beauty.
Nor did it diminish Yue Yang's shock!
Even locked inside a prison cart, she was smiling, as though it were not a prison cart but a castle protecting her.
That smile.
It was not a smile forced onto her face.
It was kindness and tolerance that came entirely from her heart.
That smile radiated a purity unique to motherhood, like the bright moon in the vast sky.
That utterly heartfelt smile was like a clear spring in the forest; one look at it could wash away the