Xiao Baoyue wore black robes embroidered with gathered gold thread and a Phoenix Hairpin Tassel on her head. Her figure was bewitching, like snowy mountains spilling jade, a body brimming with a hundred charms. Yet her long eyes were as clear as water cut with scissors, her complexion flawless, lending her an air of regal grace.
Nobility and seductive allure struck a perfect balance in her. A beauty to grace a nation, a fragrance to rival heaven-she was nothing less.
Seeing Wang Yang's frank, composed gaze, without the slightest awkward evasion or self-abasing timidity, nor any vulgar lust or witless infatuation, Xiao Baoyue thought, This man really has seen something of the world.
She tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her voice unhurried. "What you wanted from the start was for me to lift the curtain. Am I right?"
"Clever." Wang Yang made no attempt to hide it.
He had guessed long ago that the woman would not reveal her identity. Even if she told him who stood behind her, he would have no way to verify it, so he had aimed from the outset to see her true face. As the saying went, aim for the highest, and attain the middle.
Xiao Baoyue said, "So? What does seeing me change?"
Wang Yang waved his fan and smiled. "Now that I've seen you, we can keep talking. From now on, whenever we meet, it'll be face-to-face like this. No more curtains."
Her crimson lips curled faintly in something that was not quite a smile. "Why? Do you like looking at me?"
That single expression could steal a soul and capture a spirit, its charm beyond compare.
Wang Yang remained unmoved. "Yes. It's a pleasant treat for the eyes."
Though that was what they said aloud, both knew why Wang