No one knew how this woman had cared for her skin, but it outshone snow itself—or perhaps it was even fairer than snow.
Her face was like a lotus blossom, her brows like willow leaves. Her eyes seemed like endless ice, capable of freezing all things.
They lent her entire person several more shades of splendor.
Her scarlet lips curved slightly upward; her hands were like tender shoots, her skin like congealed cream, her neck like a pale grubshell, her teeth like gourd seeds, her head graceful and her brows delicate.
This woman was none other than Baili Xiao.
After not seeing her for some time, her changes were simply unfathomable.
Compared with how she had been before, she was practically a different person, her temperament utterly transformed.
As they watched her walk step by step along the colorful silk ribbons, a poem instinctively surfaced in everyone's minds.
Graceful and slender, just over thirteen years old; like cardamom buds at the beginning of February.
She was cold as frost, vast immortal aura swirling around her.
For a moment, everyone seemed to see a fairy maiden in white descending into the mortal world.
Unfortunately, she wore no white robe, nor was she a fairy.
Her crimson robe bloomed like fresh blood, while her breathtakingly beautiful face resembled a night-blooming cereus in full blossom, luminous and plump.
Trembling delicately, drifting ethereally, fragrance overflowing in all directions.
A thorny Water Lily suited her better than anything.
"I had long heard that the Baili family had produced an unparalleled wonder of a woman, one who could even stand shoulder to shoulder with Empress Hongtian of old. To meet you today is an honor," Qi Tianhai said with a smile.
"No one can eclipse the Empress's radiance. I cannot either," Baili Xiao said seriously, shaking