Yun Che looked at her innocent, radiant smile, his gaze softening slightly.
She had never expected that the Female Emperor who had died in the bellies of ants for her country in the story would be such a girl who loved to smile.
Yun Che nodded. "You could say that!"
Naturally, he would not honestly admit that he had actually come for a quest.
Yuezheng Xiangling stepped closer, her enchanting, peach-blossom eyes fixed unblinkingly on Yun Che.
She was not particularly tall, only about 168 centimeters, and looked even more petite as she bent forward slightly to draw closer.
Looking at her alluring pink lips, Yun Che was just about to lean in when she moved away first.
Yuezheng Xiangling smiled. "I heard you were forced to marry into the Qin Family. Do you like her?"
Yun Che fell silent for a moment. Rather than affection, it was more that damned pride and possessiveness.
Before Yun Che could answer, Yuezheng Xiangling changed the subject, seemingly unwilling to hear an answer she did not want.
"You healed my injuries, but I don't know how to thank you. Let me perform a sword dance for you!"
With that, Yuezheng Xiangling turned slightly. At some point, a slender sword had appeared in her hand, its blade gleaming with a faint, cold light that looked all the more ethereal against the peach blossoms.
She lightly raised the sword tip and tapped her toes against the ground, seeming to blend into the peach grove. As her sword dance unfolded, the surrounding petals seemed drawn by her sword intent, dancing along with the movements of her sword tip.
Yun Che watched quietly, a flicker of amazement crossing his eyes. The sword dance possessed both fierce strength and graceful beauty, every move revealing Yuezheng Xiangling's profound understanding