Such a Fairy, Quickly Invite Her

On this day.

The Emperor was in the palace, looking through the portraits of this year's selected beauties.

He could not help praising them. "This painter is truly divine. Every stroke makes them seem like celestial beings!"

It was too miraculous.

How did everything look so lifelike, as though it stood right before his eyes?

He could tell the ugly ones at a glance, while those with exceptional bearing caught his eye immediately.

He looked through the photographs one by one. Whenever he found someone satisfactory, he casually made arrangements.

Yet he never found anyone capable of truly making his eyes light up.

Until the very last person.

Five clerical-script characters were written above: Wang Zhaojun. The other two were Wang Zhaojun's courtesy name.

"This is a fairy!"

"Quickly, bring her here!"

Wonderful. He would gladly lose ten years of his life for such beauty. Fortunately, there was a painter as godlike as this one, or he would have missed such a miracle.

The Emperor eagerly awaited his happy day.

His subordinates had already ridden at full speed to find her.

Deep within the palace, in a small courtyard.

Wang Zhaojun rested as usual. After extinguishing the lamp, she could not help thinking of that genius painter again.

A divine painter painting a fairy should have been a fine tale.

Yet they were now separated by such a great distance. She did not know when or where they would meet again.

"Who are you thinking about? Me?"

Ye Zhuo stood outside the door, his shadow cast brightly by the moonlight.

"You're the painter?"

"Yes. I came because the Son of Heaven will soon send someone for you. Once you leave, we will never see each other again."

"Won't they select beauties next year?"

Wang Zhaojun spoke with some regret.

"Perhaps.