Beauty is subjective. Take the most gorgeous woman you can think of, and you can still find millions in the world that couldn't care less for her pictures. But the moment that Taotie saw the First Regent, she became convinced…that this was the definition of perfection.
Ink-colored hair cascaded down her thighs, flowing at her back with a luster that gathered the shine of myriad celestial bodies. Dark-blue pupils flashed in her eye sockets, reflecting the moons and suns scattered throughout all universes. And as she looked at Huan Yi, the First Regent couldn't conceal…the mix of burning and conflicting sensations wreaking havoc in her foul heart.
"Di Xin…or should I say Huan Yi? A silly name if you ask me…more fit for a scoundrel than an invincible monarch.
