"Quickly, invite him in."
The Queen of the Daughter Kingdom waited eagerly, her eyes shimmering. Every frown and smile of hers was peerlessly beautiful. Even the Scorpion Spirit beside her could not compare to the Queen of the Daughter Kingdom in terms of beauty alone.
"Yes!"
The female vice minister responsible for receiving guests hurried away. Before long, Jiang Ming entered the great hall alone. After all, his disciples were far too ugly. This was the Daughter Kingdom, and they feared they might offend Her Majesty the Queen. That was the arrangement made by the female vice minister of rites.
Jiang Ming entered the royal court and passed through the main hall. On both sides stood beautiful women like singing orioles and graceful swallows—some elegant and composed, some slender and alluring, some adorable and charming, some gentle and dignified. It was a sight of countless flowers competing in splendor.
These should have been the civil and military officials of the Daughter Kingdom.
And seated in the place of honor was the Queen of the Daughter Kingdom.
"Brows like kingfisher feathers, skin like creamy jade; a face framed by peach blossom petals." Every gesture she made exuded noble grace and ethereal lightness. The tenderness in her shifting gaze and her orchid-like bearing made her a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms, truly peerless in the Human World, as though the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden had descended to earth.
"This humble monk, Tang Sanzang, pays his respects to Your Majesty."
Seeing this beauty again, even Jiang Ming felt as if he had returned to the past.
It seemed that the most difficult trial he had faced in his previous lifetime had not been demons, monsters, hardships, or obstacles, but the Queen of the Daughter Kingdom's words: "Royal Brother, you speak of the four