In the hot spring palace, the moonlight was bright and charming tonight, casting a dim glow on the scattered bronze lamp posts. The blurry light danced on the swirling steam, creating a dreamlike illusion.
Zhao Douan suspected he was seeing things.
The usual majestic and dignified Emperor of Great Yu, who bore the aura of an emperor, seemed to have shed her "Empress" halo tonight, resembling an ethereal fairy with skin like ice and snow.
Hiding in the pool, he was facing a pair of snow-white, crystal-clear feet, unadorned by silk stockings.
Moist like jade, soft like satin, they resembled two pure and immaculate white lotus blossoms slowly blooming on the surface of a celestial pond.
A few faint blue veins visible on her foot complimented the transparency of her icy skin, making them divine.
Moving his gaze upward, a slender calf disappeared into the mist, Xu Zhenguan ethereal and transcendent, like a fairy emerging from the bath, walking gracefully with the wind.
