Moon-Tasting Tower.
Outside the five-story tower, thunder and rain raged, while a faint fragrance of incense spread through an elegant room.
A painting table stood by the window, with carefully mounted calligraphy and paintings laid upon it. Ye Yunchi stood before the table, bending over to examine the details of the brushwork with a magnifying glass. She had almost forgotten herself entirely, her eyes filled with reverence and wonder for the sages of old.
Inside the room, Ye Yunchi had removed her Veil Hat, revealing an ink-black bun coiled behind her head and cheeks as white as soft jade. With long lashes and a high nose, she exuded a refined, scholarly air, looking like a lady from a literary household raised under strict discipline. Though she wore no makeup, her purity and fierce chastity were the most alluring poison to a rake.
Her voluptuous, graceful figure was also fully revealed in the candlelight. As she bent forward, her heavy milk melons hung before her. If a child were to bump into her from behind, who knew what a spectacle they might sway into-
Unfortunately, the child had yet to arrive.
After returning, Ye Yunchi had waited for "Wei Kun" and that accomplished master of painting and calligraphy to visit. As the saying went, "Acquaintances fill the world,
but how many truly know your heart?" Few cultivators were obsessed with painting and calligraphy to begin with, and meeting a literary master in this foreign land was no easy matter. She had even asked Moon-Tasting Tower to prepare musicians and wine, lest she slight her honored guests.
But after she had waited a long time without Wei Kun arriving, a commotion instead rose from downstairs:
"Eh?! Madam Han is here-"
"What a sultry thing-"
"Shh! Have a death wish? She's a Mountain-Peak