Throne of Heavenly Fragrance's Allure, Ye Wanwan

Before he could make out the newcomer, an exotic fragrance reached Ye Wushuang's nose.

This fragrance was beyond anything an ordinary sachet could compare to. It seemed to emanate naturally from the woman's body.

A single whiff was enough to set one's heart and mind adrift.

Even Ye Wushuang paused instinctively, his gaze clinging to her.

Ye Wushuang secretly activated an art, and his eyes instantly cleared.

What a born little temptress. Even I nearly fell for it, Ye Wushuang thought.

But he also knew that this was neither an illusion nor a charm art, but the allure emanating from the woman's natural fragrance.

The gauze by her feet stirred first, and the beaded curtains along the street softly rattled.

The newcomer was tall and slender, clad in a long dress that left her lovely shoulders slightly exposed.

Her brows and eyes tilted slightly upward, and her long hair was half pinned up, with a few loose strands falling beside her shoulders, adding another touch of grace.

Feeling the stirring of the bloodline within him, Ye Wushuang knew who she was.

The Ye Lineage's ninth Throne of Order, the one born with an alluring physique!

The Throne of Heavenly Fragrance's Allure-

Ye Wanwan, bearer of the Heavenly Fragrance Alluring Physique.

"Come, let big sister have a look at the fine young man of our Ye Lineage," a teasing voice rang out.

The Ninth Ancestor had also notified Ye Wanwan, telling her that Ye Wushuang had already set out for the Heavenly Star Imperial Dynasty.

Thus, when Ye Wushuang appeared here and their bloodlines stirred, she had already sensed it.

Ye Wanwan merely stood there smiling. Without deliberately trying to entice anyone, her eyes and brows exuded countless charms.

Ye Wanwan turned around, her smile cooling as she looked at the old man from the imperial family.

"Old thing, I heard you wanted to get rough with someone from my Ye Lineage. Just how were you planning to do that?"

The old man's expression turned somewhat ugly, and he apologized. "I did not know this handsome young master was from the Ye Lineage, one of Pavilion Mistress Wanwan's people. I failed to discipline my subordinates properly."

At the same time, he could not help inwardly cursing the city guards. They truly had no eyes, provoking someone from the Ye Lineage.

The princes were currently fighting among themselves, and the political situation was turbulent. If he offended Pavilion Mistress Wanwan, the person backing him would likely blame him.

Ye Wanwan was a great tycoon in the Heavenly Star Imperial Dynasty, with immense influence.

A host of restaurants and fragrance pavilions in the imperial capital were her properties. They could be said to account for most of the capital's economy.

Had it been anyone else, the imperial family of the Heavenly Star Imperial Dynasty certainly would not have let her control so many resources so easily.

Yet behind this Ye Wanwan stood a lineage that even the imperial dynasty could not afford to offend lightly-the Immortal Ancient Ye Clan.

Thus, many princes were also trying to win Ye Wanwan over, but she treated them all equally, paying attention to none of them.

"If an apology were enough after saying the wrong thing and doing the wrong thing, could I have someone beat you up first, then apologize to you?"

Ye Wanwan's words were sharp, and she looked determined to stand up for Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wanwan summoned a zither suffused with the air of the mortal world.

It was a sage weapon bestowed by the Ye Lineage, the Mortal Dust Zither.

She drew the zither before her and lightly stroked its strings.

Notes spread outward, becoming waves of sound that surged toward the old man from the imperial family.

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly as he activated a divine ability to block the zither's music.

Suddenly, he felt pain in his back. Someone had actually ambushed him.

The patrolling soldiers behind him, and even their commander, already had vacant eyes, controlled by the zither's music.

The old man was speechless as well and could only resist passively. These patrolling soldiers all belonged to the Sixth Highness who backed him.

He could not kill them all, either. Would that not be weakening his own side?

Seeing this, Ye Wushuang also praised her:

"This clan sister's mastery of zither arts has already reached the realm of divine perfection."

"What a terrifying ability, subduing the enemy's troops without battle."

The old man was getting a headache. He had to resist the zither's music while also defending against his own soldiers stabbing him in the back.

Seizing the opening while the old man was beleaguered, Ye Wanwan abruptly plucked the strings with her delicate fingers. The Mortal Dust Zither's sound waves instantly quickened, turning into rapid notes of slaughter.

The sound waves tore through the air like blades, stabbing straight into the old man's sea of consciousness.

Because the commander behind him had just stabbed him in the back, the zither's music entered through the wound.

The blood and Qi within his body were instantly drawn by the music, surging backward through his meridians. The old man suffered beyond words.

As the music ceased, all the imperial patrol soldiers went limp and dazed, collapsing to the ground.

The old man also spat blood and slowly retreated.

"Let's go." Knowing he was in the wrong, the old man from the imperial family dared not persist.

He hurriedly summoned a few people and ordered them to carry away the patrol soldiers who had fallen to the ground, then hastily withdrew himself, swallowing this grievance in silence.

Ye Wanwan's posture remained languid, her shoulders and back tilted slightly, her allure innate and her beauty breathtaking.

Though she had just fought a battle, Ye Wanwan looked as though she had merely played a tune on a whim.

The lingering fragrance in the air and the echoes that had just sounded in their ears proved that the battle had been real.

Only then did the onlookers come to their senses, cold chills running down their backs.

This Pavilion Mistress Wanwan was far too terrifying. Even they, mere spectators, had been drawn into it.

They exclaimed in admiration, "Pavilion Mistress Wanwan truly possesses astonishing strength. Though she belongs to the younger generation, she can even defeat someone from the older generation."

Ye Wanwan smiled lightly. "Dear guests, remember to patronize my Ten Thousand Fragrances Pavilion and Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion."

With that, Ye Wanwan put away the Mortal Dust Zither and returned to Ye Wushuang's side.

"Well, little Heavenly Son, how did big sister do at venting your anger for you?"

Though she knew Ye Wushuang's identity as the Heavenly Son, she remained flippant as she spoke with a smile.

Ye Wushuang teased her in turn. "Then thank you, clan sister. Sadly, I have no way to repay you except to offer myself in marriage."

Ye Wanwan froze briefly, startled by his words as well. She coughed twice, nearly choking.

Ye Wushuang laughed inwardly. I'm a warrior who's been through nine years of compulsory education. Trying to tease this young master? You're still far too green.

Ye Wanwan continued speaking to Ye Wushuang. "Come have a look at big sister's Ten Thousand Fragrances Pavilion. See how the food at my restaurant tastes."

Before Ye Wushuang could speak, Xie Qianli, who stood beside him looking impatient as a monkey, could wait no longer and agreed.

"Yes, yes, big sister! My ambition is to become the God of Cooking. Let me sample it for you."

"Oh, right, big sister, my name is Xie Qianli. I'm from the Xie Family in the south. I..."

Xie Qianli's rambling, monologue-like self-introduction rang out once again.

Ye Wanwan was also amused by this babbling. She smiled faintly and secretly transmitted her voice to Ye Wushuang.

"Little Heavenly Son, you certainly make friends with some unusual people."

Ye Wushuang could not help feeling his vision darken again and again. Whenever he went out in the future, he would definitely make Xie Qianli keep his distance.

He could not let this idiot say he knew him. He could not afford that humiliation.

Ye Wanwan noticed the somewhat apprehensive Xu Anchen behind Ye Wushuang.

She walked over and, without disdaining the dust on Xu Anchen, took both her hands and said gently:

"What an unfortunate girl. Big sister will get you changed into some pretty clothes, then you can come eat something delicious at my restaurant."

Not far away, a woman riding a white horse also approached. She held a long spear and cut a strikingly valiant figure.

A hearty voice rang out.

"Wanwan, why didn't you come to welcome me this time?"