The shore of Goldshard Lake, Consort Qingyan's residence.
Qingyan elegantly entered her study. Today, she was wearing a formal dress of the Pan-human Alliance, the skirt reaching all the way to the ground. When working, she was careful not to lose any of her elegance. Paired with her city-toppling beauty, she could leave anyone intoxicated. If not for the small wings on her back, which had yet to degenerate completely, she could have been taken for a human woman of the Alliance.
"Father," Qingyan lightly called.
Qingliu, who was reading a book, looked up and smiled at his daughter. "Little Yan, you are truly beautiful today, not at all losing to the woman described in this book."
After having her attendants withdraw, Qingyan went up to her father's side and asked, "Father, you're reading novels from the Pan-human Alliance? If some loose lips start spreading rumors, someone may start criticizing you again."
