Before long, it descended before the crowd.
The princess, with her noble status and majestic presence, loved to show off — a peony stood before her.
The lowly little maid, content and humble, only wished to stand guard in front of the Demon Lord and her own princess, resembling a simple wild white flower.
Guan Qinghan, with her indifferent nature and hair full of silver strands, was a snow lotus.
Gong Yajun and Huang Fuling, though they appeared to be devout Buddhist disciples, exuding sanctity as they fasted and chanted scriptures daily, in reality, cultivated the way of the Joyous Bodhisattva.
Simmering anger!
Fang Yang had originally planned to endow them with peach blossoms upon their buttocks, for after all, these two women seemed to enjoy just that.
But in the end, he bestowed upon them two orchids instead.
They seemed unremarkable at first glance, yet they exuded a rich, subtle fragrance.
