Lust Beyond the Heavens, Gold Guard Defeated, the General Entered the Fray? Exchanging Hostages

Zhao Yingqiong held herself with lofty disdain, her gaze mocking and playful. Yet she was in a good mood. Whatever else you say, that boy dared set his sights on me. He has some nerve, and I can appreciate that. With a figure and face like mine, do those young men truly have no lust in their hearts? They're just too timid to even entertain the thought.

They say a fledgling doesn't fear the tiger, but Li Xian really is bold. Ordinary beauties don't catch his eye; he came straight for me. At least he has good taste. She lifted one toe, her lacquered boot hugging it tightly and lending her another kind of allure. Her thoughts drifted to her many advantages: immense wealth, towering power, an extraordinary background, her figure and looks. Pleased with herself, she glanced sideways at him. But when I was fighting on battlefields, you were still playing in the mud. A brat like you winning me over? That'll be the day. If word got out that I, who've always beaten men into submission, had been subdued by a younger man, I'd lose all face. It would feel entirely wrong. How could that happen? Still, he does have a few distinctive strengths. He isn't good for nothing. At least he has plenty of... manliness. His face is ugly, certainly, but he's tall and well-built, which makes up for it somewhat. I've never tried one like him. Her cheeks suddenly flushed as she imagined several suggestive bouts in the ring. The stranger her thoughts became, the hotter she felt. Her standards were high: any man she chose would need looks, ability, and bearing. Li Xian had the latter two in abundance; only his looks fell short. If she focused on his strengths, perhaps she could overlook that.