Deep within the Royal City, in Ye'e Mannali's bedchamber, a beautiful woman with a graceful figure sat before a hazy screen, admiring her reflection in a clear mirror with wistful self-pity.
She was the mistress of this Royal City, the famously beautiful queen of the yakshas, Ye'e Mannali.
She wore a thin gauze robe, her snow-white skin faintly visible beneath it. In the sunlight streaming through the window, her voluptuous figure cast its shadow upon the screen, revealing a lush silhouette that set the imagination running wild.
At that moment, she was making herself up like a lady secluded in her boudoir, first lightly pressing rouge to her lips and tracing her delicate brows, then gently combing her vivid, fiery-red hair with an ox-horn comb.
Suddenly, she turned her head and looked through the open window toward the stone gate a short distance away.
Fang Qianyuan was entering from outside.
Ye'e Mannali hurriedly rose and went to the doorway to welcome him. "Young Master Fang, what brings you here?"
Fang Qianyuan looked at her with the ghost of a smile. "What, am I not allowed to come?"
"That isn't what I meant," Ye'e Mannali hastily replied.
Fang Qianyuan swept his sleeve and strode straight into the room. "I've been in your Royal City for some time now. You've been sensible enough to cooperate all this while, rather than stubbornly resisting to the bitter end."
A look of misery crossed Ye'e Mannali's face. "Your divine abilities are unrivaled, Young Master Fang. How would I dare defy you? I simply don't know how you intend to deal with me."
Her face was melancholy, and her gaze toward Fang Qianyuan brimmed with wounded reproach.
Hearing this, the maids nearby could not help looking over as well.
To their minds, this Young Master Fang,