Looking at such a calmly exquisite woman, the people present couldn't help but think of a line in their minds.
Hands soft as tender shoots, skin smooth as cream, neck like that of a grub, teeth as bright as gourd shells, temples as delicate as moth antennas, a charming smile, enchanting eyes. Fingers slender as the roots of scallions, lips as if caressed by rouge, she moved with delicate, unrivaled grace.
Any more would be too common, any less too cold.
This woman was just perfect.
With graceful steps, she moved lightly over the vermilion threshold, under everyone's watchful eyes, crossing the path to the dais.
Watching An Yiqing's stunning appearance, everyone understood why Gu Yelin, Duan Tang, and Bai Yiming, three proud sons of heaven, were so captivated by her.
If it were any other man present, they would probably have the same thought.
