The Zhu Prince was shaking his feather fan as he walked through the path and approached the grand hall.
When he saw the stunning figure standing gracefully at the entrance of the hall, standing against the wind, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Even just judging from the back, it was clear that this was a peerless beauty, unmatched in all the heavens and earth.
For a moment, he was rooted to the spot.
The Zhu Prince dared to swear to the heavens, that this enchanting silhouette was more graceful than any he'd ever seen before.
A slim waist like a willow, perfectly proportioned.
A gentle fan of white orchids, a slender waist with a jade belt twirling the heavenly silk…
These lines of poetry suddenly appeared in the Zhu Prince's mind, and his heart that was usually indifferent to beauty began to throb.
Is this what it feels like to be moved?
"Prince... she's the beauty!" said his sidekick.
"Get lost, I'm not blind; I can see," the Zhu Prince said.
